Like two wells that have no water
are the windows of my soul
They look dry, slowly dying
but the reason I don't know
Have I shed each parly dropping
that I can't shed anymore?
Or pain became familiar
that all emotions are gone
Come, rain, come
Empty the heart of its grief
Water the dry land of sorrow
Bring the blessing os relief
I scream loud in desperation
The later rain didn't come
the wells are nor even moist
Buy the reason I don't know
