I won't write.
I won't complain,
when there is no taste
to an acid rain,
which falls from clouds,
while we must remain
in this saddest World,
with tears, which stain
our cheeks; coursing down,
on a loved ones pain.
I won't write.
I won't complain,
when there is no taste
to an acid rain,
which falls from clouds,
while we must remain
in this saddest World,
with tears, which stain
our cheeks; coursing down,
on a loved ones pain.