Five fingers let go of our pointless fight
Break out in tears under my mask, oh what a sight
These walls were built up by unchanging minds
They try to scream as it crumbles, but I keep them quiet
With stumbling grace, the look on your face
It spells out no word that we could ever say
The first drops of rain on the warrior's blade
It's poetry as it falls from my face
The storm that invites new life into this place
Originally written as a song