• Where fierce hearts blaze,

    And promises are broken,

    A thousand truths left unspoken,

    Through our life and love and death,

    Blood is spilled in our last breath,

    Short but sweet,

    Our hearts did meet,

    We stumble out beneath the pain,

    Until we feel the touch of rain,

    We turn our heads to the sky,

    Awaiting death to pass us by,

    And silently alone we pray,

    For the rain to wash our sins away.