Sweating so much and gasping for breath
I need to express the words I have left
and nothing can explain
how I feel in the rain
that washes my face
when I feel out of place
and help is a hand of a sojourner
who knows what it means to be a mourner
Time and time again
I learn what it means to end
I wish I could dance to express my view
but dancing is entirely new
and I feel that it us too late to start
but its okay because art is art
With an outstretched hand I reach
for a partner that would be willing to teach
until that day I'll dance in the rain
it's the only thing to wash away the pain
So can my feet move tonight
with loving care toward the light