Some yearn for golden rays
A cooling breeze ruffling blades of grass
Myself, I like the bitter days
With drenched streets and gusty blasts

I like the stinging winds
And menacing cloudy skies
Those days that you’d best stay in
You can find me outside

There’s something about the bitter cold
And threatening rain, God only knows
All the better to have a hand to hold
All the better to hold You close

It not that I like being chilled
The winter is frigid enough
I like to add to the hours killed
Warming myself with Your Love

Some say that True Love is impossible
That Soulmates are simply too hard to find
And some say that dreamin on a Dream Girl
Is nothing but a waste of my time

Well some say long distance just doesn’t work
That the miles will tear Us apart
Some say I’m better off looking elsewhere
But I let the right Girl into my heart

Some would say that I’m a fool that’s dreaming
That I can’t possibly know You’re the one
Some say I’ll find someone better some day
But I know My Girl’s second to none

I’m not sure what they are saying now
Your loving words are all I want to hear
I found The One for the rest of my life
I promise I’ll always Love You my Dear

I think of You and I see the yellow
Of a raincoat, keeping me dry and warm
You’re good at that, wrapping around me tightly
Your arms like the weathered belt
Hands knotted across my stomach
And the rain-soaked hood
Lightly lapping at my cheek
Not unlike your kiss
The drawstrings tumble down
Like Your hair across my chest
But unlike the raincoat
Which will inevitably, ironically
Soak me when I go to take it off
You will always be my shelter
I could never hang You up.

My God rules with spite and hate
His book, a manual to enslave
Societies and free thinkers to a hellish fate
And those who spread the lies are saved

My God does, as Gods often do
Make some things right and some things wrong
My vision is clouded, I can’t see through
And with bigoted black and white we go along

My God scorns things unnatural
Our purpose is nothing more than to reproduce
There’s no place for the new or liberal
We don’t care about the progress, just the use.

There’s no room in *** for passion, only vulgarity
The vile combination of two to become one, and make one
Any other thoughts and My God verily
Condemns the monstrosity that we have become

My God rules with bigotry and hate
I share with Him the Aryan vision
Condemning the **** to their fiery fate
I am, and forever will be, a Good Christian

This is a place I’ve never been
A point with someone never traveled to
I’ve hit that wall over and again
But, finally, I’ve broken through with You

You’re like a never wandered path for me
With flowers growing all along the side
And I marvel at the beauty that I see
Taking my sweet time as I stroll by

This is a place I’ve never seen
I’m no longer walking scared
And I think Your Sweet Sixteen
Is a memory that’s best when shared

It’s certainly a birthday of significance
And yet it’s not the sixteen that makes it sweet
It’s that I’ve been given the blissful chance
To make You as happy as You make me

I want to be the one
Left behind without my kind

I want to be the one
That weathers the storm

The one with the umbrella
Raining above and raining under

I want to be the one
In black upon the hill

I want to be the one
Laying flowers

I want to be the one
Saddled with that burden

I can handle grief
But causing those to grieve
That I cannot handle
I want to be the last to go

To share with You, this great divide
And not to grieve at the miles
I want to hold You in my arms tonight
But I know that time will be a while

I could say that the dreams are better
But that defies intelligence
Nothing compares to when we lie together
The memories overshadowed by the sense

Every night I wish You here
Though here, You cannot be
Yet now I live without fear
That You’re so far away from me

This is a way of Love in Our rough season
This side of madness, the other side of reason