A Poem of song (1)

Every time the scattered broken pieces cut me,
Deep down in my closed heart,
I choose to grow stronger.
And I came this far.

And the rain keeps falling outside
As if crying on our behalf.
And the wind keeps howling outside For the eternal soul that I have.

The sky will never shed tears again
I will utter my one last request
In silence my sadness will rest
And then time once again

I thought you said
It's for the best
If nothing last
Forever