In that gloomy day,
spirits sung in vain under a sky of grey.
Nothing brings the rain.
Silence lurks behind my subconcious mind
Desolate and lone(How dreary sounds that tone!)
Feelings of civil war escaped my inner core
Holding,within my hand,grains of golden sand
Tyrant is the brain
Cannot loose my faith
Lost in the sea again
Stay and face the storm,
sense you are not alone
The Old Hills Stand tall.
Nothing brings the rain.