Standing in the rain,
let me know what it is;
what solitude is....
Once when i stand in here,
hand in hand;
with the one i loved.
Once i smiled in here,
hugging the one;
making the terrible mistake.
Once i said YES,
once i cried;
and then i left....
Now i stand right here,
where i cant fine me;
losing my soul.
Tears and wine are a good combination,
over years it proved me;
what i am and what i was.
It too proved what solitude is.
The situation where we stand losing the soul.
Where we don't even believe in ourself.
Which kills us inside but dare us out.
