lingering the coldness of the night
raindrops keep ticking at roof
the wind blows toss by a breeze of darkness
a man walks at street with a gloomy face
lightning flashes as thunders roars so loud
crumbling streets of innocense chaos
how can it be? how will i know?
screaming might ease the loneliness
with a loud voice, out of the roof
sudddenly someone is about to jump
not because of pain but of a longing
silence arises.... all you can hear
is the tick of the clock...
something is missing, the love, the peace...
the joy from within