Every time the sky cries,

She rains too

For in the thunder, their voices echo

In the flashes, pieces flicker,

Yet never stay

And in each new drop, a new image

For her to see and not understand.

Time has tried to wash them away, 

But could only bury deeper

And with ever pit of water

The clouds squeeze out for the lost

It fights to uncover

The Memories of A Lover