When you are gone

When you are gone
The drought is over
The rain is flowing
Same for words

Only in the nature we do exist
But time is now consuming us
Because you have grown older
And I have become colder
And we have gone cynical
So cynical

And later at home
When it’s time to talk
You ask me for love
But I just don’t know
If you really know
What love really is

Love is overrated
And what I mean is just the word
As for the feeling, who knows?
Is that what others call God?

You seem to change your mood
And I pretend to be alone
So you think I care no more
Then turn around and shut the door

This day I’m not here
This race I’m not running anymore
Some words were left untold
A long long time ago