Sunlight may fall like the dripping rain
And the sparrow may cease its song
The raven shall sit alone among the branches
Letting droplets slip from its feathers
And the clouds will fade to grey
While the sky fades in color
The broken hearted lovers gentle cries
From the shattered windows
And the house will stand alone
Breathing memories of what used to be
Laughing faces flash in the windows
Ghosts of old remembrance
Falling from the rafters
With dust and dirt and shreds of paper
Old love notes of beautiful remorse
Hate standing alone in the shadows
For one shall stand alone
Alone, like the raven on the branch
Alone, while the house collapses silently
Alone, while all that was becomes what is was before
Ash and dust
