The Poet

This tear I shed for all of the lies

But I try to tell them, oh, how I try

To make an illusion, but it-s all in vain.

Mom, it-s not tears, it is only rain

And with every one, I shed another

To live in this world, why do I still bother?

Trying to fake being happy and sane 

Those are not tears, Ma, it's only rain

And to hide my sorrow, I know it's not right 

But in my heart, it's the endless night

I know nothing, but sadness and pain

This on my face, it is only rain.

 I just cover my face and wait for the end

 The darkness of death, us broken will mend 

 And while the soul floats, the body will remain.

 And the pearl on their face, it will only be rain