A prison of clouds,
The sky is looking down on a depressed town,
Without hope of escape,
The clouds form a new shape,
It figures it would rain on a night like tonight.
Cry clouds, for the gray world below,
For the hearts that were warm,
Now faintly glow,
Like the embers and ashes of fires foregone,
I held you for a second,
And then you were gone.
So here is the piece of your heart
That I am sure you will ask me for back.
If love is a battle,
I'm finding myself under attack.
I'm gone, it's just how you wanted,
If I've never felt sorrow, I've stumbled upon it.
