she brings the rain, soft and slow,  
a hush of silver, a gentle glow.  
yes, i care for springtime bright,  
but care for nothing in her light.  

she brings the rain, the world turns grey,  
yet melts the clouds, she clears the way.  
in dawn’s embrace, so cool, so wide,  
she brings the rain, i stand inside.

when i talk back, do you feel the rage
a storm inside, a tightening cage?
would you strike, would you scream, let the fury begin?
or is that your father, staring within?

i see the shadow in your gaze,
a past that lingers, sharp as blades.
the echo of him, cold and grim
tell me, love… are you just like him?

Once a hand held me,  
now I rust in silent dirt,  
spikes dulled by lost wars.

Moonlight softly glows,  
are your eyes upon it too?  
Hearts drift, unknowing.

Unloved, I have felt,  
You love me now, but would you  
Call me your daughter?

Beating me to tears,  
then you hold me, comforting
a cruel, warm circle.

Sometimes all I need
a soul to mirror my own.  
Am I too much, though?