Catching the rain
with your love

I'll meet you in a song
I'm ready for your rain

These pages torn
from my heart
I give to you
to write love
anew

I'll meet you in a song
with these pages
you've written something new

Little girl, little girl,
crying in the middle of the night
as she tries to escape
from what's inside her mind.

Monsters clinging, clutching
her soul, dragging
memories she longed
to forget

And a girl so lost
a long  time ago
that no one searched
for her,

So perhaps
She's lost her mind,
but I think she's
just lost inside

You may have died young,
        but as long as
        my words live,

*You will never grow old.