It’s a cold and wet night in a dismal part of town
In the yellowing streetlights a drunk staggers home
From the multi-storey car park a man is looking down
Waiting, to be sure he’s alone
He’s listening to the voice that’s all in his head
Telling him that all hope is lost
Filling his heart with despair and with dread
Knowing a line has been crossed
The shadows in the street call for his release
The rhythm of the rain beats a song
Only in the shadows can he find that final peace
Seeking a right from a wrong
When depression falls there comes a time
the soul enters the darker season
There’s no rhythm in life’s rhyme
Rhyme without a reason
The car parks empty, but still it rains
The flashing blues long gone
Rainwater washes away what remains
Of another life gone wrong