Silent rain, silent tears...
stirring memories, freshend fears.
Sins refreshed, overbearing,
Me giving up, no longer caring.
Eyes drifting close, no longer awake.
I give whomever my soul to take.
Quick showers, quick sorrow.
I'll be over it by tommorow.
Till it all comes up again,
then once more, i'll fight to win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem