Dark, Cold...Rainy Day

Im stareing out my window
it's dark and cold outside
the rain keeps pouring down
i sit here and i cry
Why'd you have to go
will i ever know?
Now that you are gone
Theres nothing left for me..
come on back Kane
make them fear your name

I wrote this poem a few years ago and it was a poem/song type thing. I wrote it for my favorite wrestler Kane, who was gone on some type of medical leave.