A silent ebony night
still no fear, no fright
Of course I'm not alone
There's someone known
They are the tiny drops from the sky
So pure: none can deny
They quitely listen to all that I say
then, touch the earth or vanish in a bay
I love to walk in the rain
cause no one can feel my pain
No one can see me cry
cause tears blend with them and finally die
I have zillions of such companions
but still alone in the battalion
Fighting against fear and lonliness,
And fatigue of the ruthless passiveness
Will any one even come to ask ?
To remove this fake cheerful mask
Or these descended fays are the only one
to support me in this lonely run
Still my life leaves a question
will anyone come to heal this repurcussion ?
or I'll become like the drops from the sky
and mix with the earth and finally die
Lonely, Lonely, Lonely forever . . .
