I stay down on the street, 

Rain cascading down from my hair to my feet.

Tears of the clouds could be reckoned to be of mine.

I sat there feeling nothing more than pathetic.

But you gazed me from a distant,

Your blue frosty eyes observing every sob of mine which echoed for help in your heart.

Unlike the others who thought I was far from sane

You took slow strides towards me, standing tall like a wick to keep my fire alight.

The greys meet the blue,

The forlorn meets the woe.

And so the genesis of our story begins.