Falling Fast Below

Ah, the smell of fallen rain
The teardrops on the grass
The beads of lasting pain
That never seem to pass

They force me to recall
And beg me to arise
As anxious teardrops fall
From dark and jaded eyes

And so they seem to play
Among the misty fern
While I just fade away
And wait for their return

Sinking deep inside
And falling fast below
Where only secrets hide
And only dreams will go