I miss the rain Like
I miss your face while
Sewing seeds of anger
Can't harvest the love
I am a child of light
A man of darkness
All emotions lead
Out of balance

can't touch the light this time
but its alright, its alright
handing torches of our time
yeah its our time
never or for now; find
that we sing together
and pray for no one
they are all fine in theyr ways

love the light inside of you
not the illumination that casts
shadows on our face
i remember before i knew
i look like you
heal to cleanse the soul