It’s hard for us to discern and discover

The borders of pain and rain

Yet, when we know that we’re not blind 

We also know the heal for vain

We often bask at sturdy rain drops

To bury our tears that never stops

We often cry amidst the rain

To hide our solitude and sting

Yet still it’s hard for us to find 

To keep the solitude behind

The borders of pain and rain

To find the cure of sting