All the flowers In my garden are dying
Their colours a pale black
And their fragrance now a stench
It signifies death in peace

And all the clouds in me are raining
LMaking my ground more fertile
I'm a garden of diversity
Diverse of emotions and turmoil and love

And I wonder if you can see my weeping soul
It calls to you but I'm not allowed to tell you
I wonder if you can see the thunderstorm in my eyes
It seeks your calmness but it is meant to be a secret

And the clocks are clicking
Signifying the warning of the night to come
The cloudless sky still manages to pour
But this time it leaks red from the unseen wounds

And the earth is unstable
It fails to provide me a shelter
And I'm in the middle of a crowd
A crowd loud with silence

And the people are chanting a song
A song of rain in war