The crumpled up wads of tissue papers
That have caught the incessant tears,
Resemble rolling clouds, heavy with rain
They are waiting overhead, ready to burst
And I lay on the ground that I have already watered
Motionless as the impatient clouds start to trickle
The steady drain of my sorrows blurs my vision
As the water pours from above, leaving me breathless
And I am half-drowning in this raging flood
Rain and tears are battling on my cheeks
As each new drop washes off the corpses
Onto the ground overflowing with graves,
Where no flowers will grow.
