Futile --> Frustrate --> Sublime ...

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 . . .