Torren

In my mourning, through the pouring rain
A farewell stain

Sunshine whispers through the mist of yesterday
And the clouds of May
Past today, through lasting pain, you’ll take a drink of the rain

She so sweetly floats past Singsley, on her way
Like any other day
She wasn’t here to stay, and the town’s unchanged, they lift their heads in spite of rain

And she told me
“It will make you free”

Old town sleeping, long past weeping, their mistakes
Lost in the wake
They’ll all be the same, but somewhere in the haze, The Earth prays for days for thе rain