If these walls could talk,
you'd know all that you don't,
To know that mind has been taken over,
that's why I am so afraid,
anger is making me blind,
I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.
If these walls could only talk.

If these walls could talk,
you'd know all my nightmares,
about all those nights I screamed for help,
about all these lost tears,
You'd know even about the demons
The demons that I so wish to drown,
But they could swim,
If only..
these walls could talk.

If these walls could talk
they would say that it's all right,
God sends His angels
to look over me at night.
They'd encourage me,
and keep these evil demons away,
I'm on my own.
But, he watches me, from above
and showers me with his blessing
Saying "It's Not Your Time Yet, Ariel"

I love the music of the morning
as rain drops
beat out their rhythms
on my bedroom window panes.

I have heard that beat before
under tin roofs
in faraway jungles,
where lonesome young warriors,
not understanding
the rhythms of the rain,
nor life,
cried to that beat
of that falling rain.

Now, that I am laying here
next to you,
I have no fears.
No anger.
No worries about bombs
or tomorrows.

I have learned to love
that rhythm of the rain.
I have learned to love you.
I have learned to love me.

So, I am satisfied
just sleeping here with you,
while listening to the falling rain
and the beating of your heart.

I have learned to love both.
as if somehow,
they were only one,
and not separate hearts.