Dancers

It’s raining again today, just like yesterday,
I’m listening to the rain fall and the lightning play.
There’s nothing more to do, but sit and cry,
Since this rain has fallen, I’ve wanted to die.

There’s no loneliness that can’t be conquered,
No silence unbroken, no time that faltered.
There’s no dream that can’t mend in time,
If only just once the sun would shine.

The thunder calls out your name and mine,
As I watch dancers, dance out of time.
And glitter falls like dewdrops on the page,
The party goes on with the latest rage.

The sky so dark and gray it would seem,
That I am living some endless dream.
Of which I shall never once awake,
For never do I see the daybreak.

Why did we come here, what did we seek,
In this rain, at this party, did you peek?
The dancers dance without rhythm or rhyme,
When do we notice we’ve run out of time?

If I miss you, I mean I’m alone,
If I love you, my heart is of stone.
And if I should turn you away,
I’ve left the party for the rain to play.
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