Written by: George Oxbury

Two raindrops fell beneath two clouds in the sky
And it was on that day they came to be
United as they wandered dreamily
Through thoughts of glory as they came to lie
Like tears that slither from a glistening eye.
Two eyes were blinded; thus they could not see.
Still standing beneath the clouds were you and me
But all at once these clouds were set too high.
Divided were the two; I cannot reach
The other one, for we are living now
In worlds all separated by the scorn
Of worlds that lie between. We cannot teach
Each other or another; tell them how
The two were meant to be when they were torn.