Hold out your hand to the dripping rain

The water slowly collecting in your hand

The breath of life to a lifeless planet

It runs through your fingers

Slowly, softly

We all stand in the fountain of youth decieved

Blinded by our fleeting life

An eternity lies ahead

So stand for a moment

Alone in the quiet world

Collect the rain

Collect the tears of the word

Crying for its ignorant people.