The crystal water droplets hit the ground,

through the cool clear glass, I watch the rain fall,

the gray veil offers me a peaceful sound;

the rain is a blanket that covers all.

Each droplet is a tear that I have cried

and the puddles are collections of tears.

Every time I painted my mask, I lied,

for I finally succumbed to my fears.

But thunder and lightning come with the storm,

harshly ripping me till I'm skinned.

I am alone, with no place to be warm;

I can only observe the whistling wind.

I am trapped in a war, day after day.

It's a whirlwind and I am swept away.