Flood of Tears
the persons standing still inside the rubble
both are silent, staring up at the sky
the clouds, colored with sadness, bring about the rain
soon it will downpour onto me
the feelings i believed in seem to have been washed away by this rain
the memories reflect a body
children, without taking notice follow the rain,
without being afraid they dream of tomorrow
before my eyes it starts again, that answer of betrayal
i stand in this deeply sunken scene till exhaustion
i can't see anything, even the covered truth..
i can't see anything, not even if you are there are or not
--that blind feeling crumbles
pointlessly engraving my fate--
i can't see anything...
where is the broken thread?
sobbing violently, i fumble and grope along searching for it...