The rain beats down upon empty streets, a misty spray lifts into the black night
Clouding vision and blurring reason,
The light shines through the rain coming from faraway, hazy and uncertain
Standing in the darkness the rain seeps into his very soul as he dreams of love
The shimmering reflections in her window, the silhouetted figure under his favorite tree
The setting sun stole his heart and the darkness held him, ever long.
Rain gives him peace cleans his mind and shows him purpose
So he stands alone hoping to be pure again

Spirits flit through the cold night air on crystal wings
Praying to a decadent god for deliverance
The dripping rain is not enough to justify their sins, accumulated over centuries
So he whispers a dying prayer to the darkness and hopes to be free of blame
For in his black heart he knows his penance has no end