Dead souls teardrops,
From Heaven's grace shall fall.
A devil's torture,
Remains dormant in their call.
The time of tears and mourning,
Is blessed with a slient caress.
The man that hides the calmness,
Will with a tear, undress,
The beauty of this naked truth,
Brings hearts above the pain.
So only this rains falling,
Will save a bleeding vein. |