The Sky is Crying

And as I am walking, the sky begins to cry. 
The tears from above and mine mold into one. 
As they roll down my face and slowly hit the ground, 
The memories begin to disappear. 
The pain of my heart is soothed 
As each drop of suffering leaves my eyes. 
Soon enough the rain and I become one. 
No longer can you see the difference in our sorrow.