Wait For Grave

Clouds of sorrow Crowds on the brow From the painful evening Upto the tearful morrow I look at them For a drop of love But their horrible laugh Only showers The biting hails That tear my heart From top to nails And my chocked throat Makes attempts and fails In the river of tears I cannot sail The boat of frustration To convince my heart I find no explanation Why our souls Unable to be one But there is hollow all around Where I to catch thy sound The raining eyes Fill the salt in life And your sweet looks Act as a knife Now the wait have Become grave And I know for sure It will end into the grave