He is my constant rain when my world is drying out,
When the fountain of love is emptied by the people I care about
When the things I hear are all lies and there is no chance to shout
When my heart starts to harden and all I feel is doubt

He is my precious angel when I'm like a falling star
When my wings are both broken from a thousand wars
When I need a true confidant, he never seems afar
When I think of those things about him, I remember who you are.