Gray clouds, rain falling,
flowers wilting from the rain and sweat.
He’s walking, but he feels like he’s crawling
Holding the flowers tightly,
every second, getting more wet
as the gray clouds are hovering, rain falling.
Everyone around him walking
with their umbrellas set.
He’s walking, but inside, feels like he is crawling.
No hood, no umbrella, hauling
the weight of his heart to pay his debt,
under the gray clouds, rain falling.
The pain he feels is mauling
his very soul, but knows his life isn’t over yet.
He’s walking, but inside still crawling.
He finally reaches her steps daunted,
but he inhales deep, and tries not to fret.
He rings the doorbell, she answers, bawling.
They hold each other tight under the gray clouds, rain falling.