He stands in the rain,
towering over her grace,
cutting him like a knife, he feels his pain.
He loved her so much,
he wishes she were here- yet hates her now,
for she created his fear.
Wondering wy she left him,
did she really love him,
he feels his heart getting tortured by a thousand pins.
Looking in the ground, a rose petal frowns,
his soal has no tear.
Still remaining calm, he walks away,
his heart to stay-
forever in his mother's grave.
