No one does know

how long it can rain

the cutting ice wind

and all of your pain,

nobody knows

the lone wolf's calls

the cries of sorrow

sent out to them all...

Why would I know

how cries so insane

cut deeper than knives

and relieve much more pain?

When did I ever feel hurt

or loss, when was it that I

paid a dear cost?

Nobody knows the smell of the rain

better than I, who so loved your pain

the tears that you cried

still shadow my heart

but forever,

and always

it refuses to start.