In a Ruined Stead
From the sky the rain falls,
As against my skin it dribbles,
And in silence, through the street I walk,
I cry seemingly without tears that roll.
The cold air against my skin brushes,
I chill as your name in my ears it whispers.
Looking around in place only to find your absence,
Oh, I am dying, wishing for this to end!
In my head a question lingers,
How do I move on from this wrecked place?
For everywhere is rain in my eyes that blurs,
And a way out seems like an impossible maze.
Running away seems like a hopeless feat,
A thunder storm's brewing loud and clear.
I wipe my face to rid of rain or tears,
I call, please someone come and rescue me.
An end is yet to be found in my head,
Uncertainty pushes me back to this ruined stead.
And as I rid my face of rain or tears,
I call again, please someone come and rescue me.