A tear is falling on a paper,
The letters are fading away,
An eye is looking to the sky,
A girl is thinking,
Of running away.
The door is open,
And closing again.
The sound of the stairs sounds.
A desperate voice of a men,
And drops are falling down.
The rain is wetting the street,
But the only thing she can see,
Is her ugly face and her ugly smile.
She is just,
Thinking her down.
Cars are driving their own way,
People are sitting,
And staying away.
But one man,
Can’t forget,
What just happened,
With the most,
Wonderful girl,
He ever met.
The door is open,
And closing again.
The sound of the stairs sounds.
A desperate voice of a men,
And drops are falling down.
The rain is wetting the street,
But the only thing she can see,
Is her ugly face and her ugly smile.
She is just,
Thinking her down.
He is looking around,
But he hasn’t found.
His drops are falling down,
Why is she always,
Letting herself down?
But a wonderful girl,
Thinks of the world,
And the only man,
That she could ever love.
The door is open,
And closing again.
The sound of the stairs sounds.
A desperate voice of a men,
And drops are falling down.
The rain is wetting the street,
But the only thing she can see,
Is her loving man,
And his desperate voice:
Why were you gone?
The thoughts and the tears,
Are fading away.
There gently talking,
And it they became okay.