Days run by above the sky
Below they barely move
For watered wine is drowning time
I guess I'm drowning too

But perhaps there will be rain today

Pain and tears, deserted years
And something's fallen ill
A distant reek of rotting dreams
But be that as it will

For perhaps there will be rain today
And perhaps a chance to wash away

A clouded doubt, a muted shout
A traceless sting of pain
Pack them down and ship them off
To the dark side of your brain

But I wanted none of this to be

Starved on lies our poem dies
A hundred days too late
Watered wine is drowning time
And one can only wait

But I wanted none of this to be
All I had in mind was dignity
Then again, I see, oh the irony

How I hope it rains today

Idswill