I heard the storm.... Funny I felt the rain, thought I was going insane.... because my tears was the rain pushing back what was my pain. I held your heart in my hands but the question that, made me to weak to stand.... was does it beat for me? The rain covers my soul... I realize that, the beat of your heart makes me whole. I know, I've done you wrong... broke you in pieces, but you're my everything.... please stay--- we have something worth keeping.....when it's good there's no release. You're my rest..... I know, I'm your peace. I hold your heart in my hands but, the question that, stands and makes me too weak to ask is...... does it still beat for me?