A long story

LAST NIGHT, I GOT STRUCK BY A THOUGHT
WHETHER IT WILL BE FAIR OR NOT
TO CUT A LONG STORY SHORT
LIKE THE CLOUDS FACING A DROUGHT


WHEN I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE HOW BRIGHT THE SUN SHINES
THROUGH THE CLOUDS, BEHIND THE PINES
WITH A GOLDEN GOBLET AND A FEELING SO DIVINE
I SEE THAT THE GOBLET SHINES MORE WHEN IT'S MINE
ONLY TO REALISE THAT DEATH IS THE WINE
NO MATTER HOW BRIGHT THE SUN SHINES
IT’S THE DEATH WITH WHICH WE ALL HAVE TO DINE


WHEN I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE HOW DARK THE CLOUDS ARE
I REALISE THAT DEATH IS MORE NEAR THAN FAR
IT MAY BRING MORE FLOODS THAN SHOWERS
BUT NO ONE EVER SEES THE THIRST OF A FLOWER


WHEN I OPEN MY EYES TO SEE THE RAIN
I GET DRENCHED IN THE REALMS OF PAIN
BUT I NEVER REALISED
IT’S THE SAME RAIN THAT FLOWS THROUGH THE DRAINS
BUT IS STILL FAR CLEANER THAN THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS


BUT, WHEN I CLOSED MY EYES FOR YOU,TO SAY "PLEASE"
I COULD FEEL THE FIERCE STORM TURN TO BREEZE
I COULD FEEL THE SWEAT ON MY BROW FREEZE
I KNEW THIS WAS WHEN TIME CHOSE TO CEASE


AS THE TIME PASSES BY
AS THE CLOUDS RUN DRY
NO ONE EVER WILL SEE YOU CRY
WHEN YOU REMEMBER THAT
THIS WAS THE DAY
WHEN THERE WAS SOME ONE WHO CHOSE TO DIE