3 May 2012
The night is crying, Tears fall from the sky. Rivers run down streets of stone, And cars slowly drive by.
The street lamps now are shining, lighting puddles on the ground. Puddles bubbling violently, As the rain begins to pound.
People pass in waterproofs and umbrellas bold. Fighting to get out the rain, To get out of the cold.
I'm fighting just like everyone, I'm soaked to the bone. I can't wait to get indoors and feel the warmth of home!
The Night Is Crying • Opuss № I