The rain starts dropping,

And my feet touch the grass,

Twiddling the buds,

Making them to dance in the dark,

Keeping my steps to be smart,

I sway my arms in the air,

And those feet know how they should move,

Bringing me to a set of steps,

Moving my body to a dance, back and forth,

It's the only chance,

That I may have,

Every breath that I still have,

Shall not be wasted,

Like all those wasted nights and days,

I should try,

Or maybe there's no more for me,

Then the sky stops crying,

I glance to the dark sky,

There's no more...