Rain pattering from the heavens above
down upon a thousand dreams
gone with the wind the fluttering dove
flying away from it's troubles it seems
left behind on a barge of bricks
an old man sits alone
waiting for his time to come
waiting to leave his flesh and bone
miles away the star that was slowly fades
diminishing with every tear drop shed
slits of sadness yet unknown pain
now all that remains is a past full of regret
the dream of freedom sits on the balance
between a day of insanity and a night of peace
stand on the edge against the wind
and fight the fist that u try to resist