Keith has done his rain dance
No more fun in the sun
Too much time in Egypt
until the war was done

Rain rain rain aplenty
all the drains are running empty
Like Santa's Rudolph always prancing
I will keep on rain dancing

Oh, how I **** the minutes before sleeping
These soul-destroying soldiers marching on
Their rhythmic steps - the seconds - leave me weeping
Hopeless for dreams within the echelon

The consequence - their pride, their triumph
Brings me to thoughts abandoned through the day
I close my eyes and try to stop the crying
But memories - their weapons - keep me (a)wake

"My dear, I'm begging you, forgive me
For I am tired of the bitter truth
Please let me rest, defend me from the thinking
Please take the love I've ever given you"

And when the dawn at last has started breaking
The troops have finally retreated then
This newborn day - I know - won't leave me aching
Today
I whisper carefully - "Amen"

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
    So true a fool is love that in your will,
    Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

You could make me bald, make me skinless, make me boneless, make me ugly. You could shape me in molds of your choice, you could take out my eyeballs and my vocal chords. You could damage me whole and think you have won but you can never stop me from dancing - this is where I reign.



- LynnAA