Chuva

The mundane things in life leave no trace
Only the memories that hurt or make us smile
There are people who stay in the story of our lives
And others whose names we can’t even recall

These are the emotions that give life to the longing I carry
The ones I had with you and ended up losing
There are days that mark our souls and our lives
And the day you left me is one I can’t forget

The rain soaked my cold, tired face
The streets of the city I had already walked
My cries of a lost young man echoed through the city
That the fire of love under the rain had just died

The rain heard and silenced my secret to the city
And here it is, tapping on the glass, bringing the longing