In the stillness of a half-lived night,
I cling to hope that fades away.
The rain on glass is my only light,
A quiet rhythm in shades of gray.

The city's silent, the streets are bare,
Only a distant train goes flickering
by.
I search for comfort but none is there,
Just whispered echoes asking, "Why?"

Candles flicker, their flames are thin,
Each spark a...