When it first began
  in the light of sacred things
  and you felt oblivious to any sort of pain
  when it first began to rain
  then there came the steady flow
  slowly like a flood
  sweeping over everything and turning into mud
  Why?
  
  Is there nothing sacred left, nothing to hold on to?
  Is there no way to make it up, nothing that you can do?
  You believe what you want to believe
  
  Not so long ago
  it was as perfect as the snow
  you can never know what things
  may come to spoil your dreams
  and to hurt you as they have
  Do you hear the rain
  so insistent on the windowpane?
  A reminder of a night when everything was changed
  Why?
  
  Is there nothing sacred left, nothing to hold on to?
  Is there no way to make it up, nothing that you can do?
  You believe what you want to believe
  
  When the light of morning comes
  you see the damage done
  and you know how many things
  may never be the same
  there you will remain
  in the ruin after the rain