Like a droplet on dry grass;
like some lonely remembrance
reborn from the past;
love seeps in.
To the brave who go here,
to the weak who wither;
to the joy of desire,
to the taste that is bitter;
love seeps in.
For the cries of passion,
for the bed untouched;
for the hand that beckons,
for the voice left hushed;
for the thirst that quenches,
for the thirst left in dust;
love seeps in.
With the many who march here,
with the few who are lame;
with the many forgiven
for some long forgotten ago pain;
with the few left in chains
with no one left to blame;
love seeps in,
reborn from the past;
like a lonely remembrance;
like a droplet on dry grass.