Reprise (Phase)

I'm falling high once again Like a wind lifted small grain Though I can't wipe off the stain I'm keeping up with the strain Though the time seems won't reach me any more Lady luck's not a whore Even though I am washed to your shore Breathe me by every pore I'm climbing down once again Crying this endless rain I'm moving backwards the same lane Tearing (apart) the veil of shame Though it feels that I haven't moved on That the ties are so strong And it seems that my self is left forlorn Bleeding by every pore