I'm sure when the rain fell, it was the least of our worries.
I'm sure when the snow came, the lines of our futures mixed with
the flurries.
I'm sure we marched, obeying the commands as
we walked with no regret, the enemies lives in our hands.
I'm sure he walked to your doorstep, he walked until his feet bled.
And I'm sure he stopped on your doorstep,
to conquer the tears,
before he told you I was dead.
And I'm sure the raven called,
to asound my last goodbye,
as he lifted his palm,
rapped on the door,
and behind it,
you began to cry.
