Dry Your Sorrowed Eyes

This is neither the time nor the place for our words to collide in such manner,
Yet, you still fight as if there is something to be won,
Never ceasing never stop as slowly our words begin to stammer,
I step away as the rain pours quickly, blocking the sun,

So dry your sorrowed eyes and leave me here at the water,
I am not a man for words but this I know,
Our time was not wasted neither spent in vain,
As far as me now, I will end where I go