Ramona Falls

as it flashed before my eyes
like rain crashing from skies
i am shaken by the sight
before i can find a pen
it is gone in the wind
broken string, runaway kite
please don't you give me false hope
you're free to go
i don't want you to cope
now is when i choose to fight
to make it right
or just to let it die
find me electricity
like the time that precedes words