Why did you do like that?

Why enchant me to admire stars in the rain,

when you can never show me to the sky,

even after the rain fades?

Still, I wrote a letter in dim lit candles

Offering my wandering soul to you

Praying God even in the storm

To make you mine.

The skeleton beneath my skin burns within

As even the rain feels like ablaze abrin

No longer gazing at the sky with tears rushing

Yet still will love you, without blame within.