cold rain on my deserted road... grass bows to the clouds...
i watch them over take my world... i sit under their tears...
does the sky perceive my heart? does it feel my fears?
does it catch the troubled thoughs now seeping through my head?
or adressed to some divinity, still, upwards are they led?
are these clouds filled with our burdens drifting in the sky,
cuaght in a dark grey mass, now falling to the groud,
if i listen close enough do they wisper back their sound?
will i hear a childs voice, a mother, sister, friend?
or did they make it up to heaven, not with the rain decend?