I've cried for many flowers
Of colors both dark and light
I've cried for fallen petals
In daytime and at night
But I've spilled fires of my own
And never does it rain
And every sweet December
The fires roar again
The ground's been ever covered
With lost colors of the sun
And I have wept with bitter knowledge
Of the beauty now undone
But I have stained the ground with kisses
From the beautiful Snow White
Yet the ground has never dampened
With the snow of Winter's night
So while my fires burn for me
They cause not a drop of rain
Only after the flames stop shining
Do they wash away the pain