Taking each breath slowly,

To the rain,

From my death bed,

Again,

I fell from that dream,

I fell in the reality,

I fell,

It was hurtful,

It was torturing,

It was nothing to

With all good suddenly,

I wasn’t me,

I wasn’t her

either,

It was my death bed,

My death,

My grace hided

Behind in her tears,

My eyes shadowed,

By her fears,

My name hung up,

By her name,

Stood like shocked,

It was all the rain,

By then,

She used to be lost,

She used to say a lot,

She hasn’t ended her life,

Neither she will,

She is the star,

She is the moon,

On that night that ever could dream,

And again I was on my death bed.

maybe anyone,

That never really could say,

And ever really mean.