Walking alone in the cold rain br Sad concrete beneath my feet br Dusk descending alienation gloom br In these hours separated from br The hopeful afternoon. br br My heart has been in the rain br For years, br I’ve shed rusty, graveyard tears br Long frozen with forgotten grievances. br br I’m convinced, I haven’t br The ability to any longer love br But a face enters my memory, br And I wonder if I’m not in love.