Some things are just not
Meant to be
Like peace and war
Or reality and dream

Rain rarely exists
While the sun is out
Unless by some happy accident
Or misguided route

They should find one another
And learn to share
A sky near the heavens
Spreading colour everywhere

Is it too impossible to think
That magic should start
From two things that are fated
To be forever apart

Could we be beautiful together
Or does an attempt end in vain
As you stay the beautiful sunshine
Without I: the sad, dark rain