Superman Dies

A different man, I sigh
Closing my eyes
Lifting my face to the promises
Which flow like a gentle spring rain
Across my face refreshing and cool
Tasting like wine on the tip of my tongue and
Quenching my weary heart
Suddenly the rain turns harsh
Cutting and bruising my skin
The wine turns to ash on my tongue and
My heart breaks with betrayal
I open my eyes
Every man, I sigh