The Ballad of the Lonely

It's the tears that fill up the rivers
The release running through veins.
The screams from empty lungs
Its the mournful dance in the rains.

When I wake up tomorrow,
You'll still be asleep
With the dreams of foregone times;
Where funeral goers weep.

Standing under black umbrellas
At the tombstone of your grave,
The heaven's tears raining
At the life you gave away.

It's the ballad of the lonely,
It's those who are left behind.
It's the ones that can't make it through,
It's the tears of those who miss you.