Indian Thinker : Mr Endangered Thoughts

I am a lover, waiting for that eternal rain, The rain destined to cleanse my soul, Preparing it for the one who is meant to claim The place that has always been hers alone. Born a lover, of rain and the misty moon, It’s no wonder my soul yearns for her— She is the misty moon, in a rain-soaked night, The light that softens shadows deep. I can’t recall where we last crossed paths, For I cannot see the lives we’ve lived, But she can; her soul remembers, And that’s why I know she’ll come— To take her rightful place once more.

Am I hiding something ? Have I buried something ? Do you know something? I traded my soul to the devil for that thing Because I wanted that thing That gave you deep sting So deep that sting, so deep that sting Now you don't even know what is the thing