Symphonies

The violins begin to moan,

As the rain falls and hits the bone.

I found an old letter I forgot to send,

As I look and watch the day end

The children dream sweet while they sleep,

And I sit in the dark, alone, and weep

The day you left it all went dry,

All I do is hang my head and cry.

Tomorrow is a new day,

But the violins still play.