Melancholy

I walk under the rain
In the long streets of Paris.
As I think of my pain,
I stare at its greyness.

I see people walking
But they go so fast.
Far away, I can see lightning
I think of my past.

I sit on a bench
As my memories come again
In my pain, I drench
I look at that sad men.

I only have one tear
Rolling down my cheek.
I only have one fear
Right now I feel so weak.

As Autumn slowly dies
Leaving its place to Winter
I finally close my eyes
And that will be forever.