Outside my windows is sheeting rain,
Yet inside I wallow in pain.
The grey silk curtains hang on their rod so still,
As I place my head upon the windowsill.
If only the sun would shine for only a moment,
If only my poor heart could make atonement.
Is my only sin loving you,
Is there any level of torture I haven't been through?
Where are you while I am here,
Where are you, not here to pull me near.
I would cry but my tears have all passed away,
This pain sadly is here to stay.
I have done my pennance ten fold,
When will this misery relinquish its hold.
What do people see,
When they look at me?
Is all they see of me is my wretched soul,
This pitiful shriveled that has grown cold?
If I could put you in a bottle and sit you upon my shelf,
Where I could keep you forever all to myself.
When the clouds finally do part,
Please remember you will always have the key to my heart.