I watched you drive away
With tears in my eyes
I missed you the moment you left
I wanted to tell you to come back
To take back the fight
To right what was wrong
But now after many tears
And sleepless nights
I know that the moment you left
Was the moment everything fell apart
Even though you aren't truly gone
I know that you will never be mine again

As the raindrops hit my skin...
The feeling of tears fall within....

As I look through the pouring rain.....
I hide the feelings of all my pain.....

The darkened clouds drift in the night.....
Reminds me of love with fear and freight....

As the rain stops and my skin dries....
Feelings of lonelyness begin to die.....

The clouds have now cleared.....
I shed those feelings of love and fear...

Now that the rain has passed....
Along with my criticism of my past...

The light now gets closer within my grasp....
I look to the future for the life I ask....

Once upon a time, there was a man who wished to be an ice sculptor. He took a block of ice and a chisel and got straight to work.
He sculpted a woman, as beautiful as any other. He sculpted her to be his perfect complement, the woman he wished was real. He sculpted her with a smile and open arms, with kind eyes and a perfect body.
After he was finished, she was absolutely lovely, and absolutely everything that he had ever wanted his ice sculpture to be.
But then he went on to sculpt other things, and she started to become a further and further thought, distanced from his mind as his other projects became more important.
One day, he realized he'd forgotten all about his first piece of work. She'd started to crack and melt in places, but she was still almost perfect.
Instead of fixing her, the sculptor broke her in pieces with his chisel so he didn't have to worry about fixing her.

The wind told me,
"My current will take you to the ocean,
like blood flowing through the heart."
And I asked the wind,
"What if the river runs dry
and the heart stops beating?"
Then, you'll find where you truly belong-
the still river or the deep blue,"
Says the fleeting wind.

It was so easy to remember,

but I wish it was easier to forget.

I cannot sleep tonight.
So, instead of dreaming of you, I am staring at this unusually bright moon and the way its light is hitting different spots on my bed because of how it flows through my partially opened blinds.
I am staring at this unusually bright moon and imagining that the light hitting different spots on my bed is you, resting soundly next to me where you belong.
I am staring at this unusually bright moon and, although I have never been too interested in religion, I am praying that something is keeping you up as well tonight and you are staring at this unusually bright moon too.

On this morning the sun rises,
And I leave my new bed.
I get up and go outside and the sun is warm on my head,
Oh the warmth. There are green hills in the distance.
I go to the tree and behold the blueness of the sky
And watch the sun rise as clouds are forming.
All is still and overhead a prairie bird flies.
There is a great field of wheat beyond me.
I lie down and relax staring up into eternity,
And I am already used to this.
I look up smiling and I can really see.
I wind up staying like this for life,
And I’ll never go back,
Back to my way of life before this field of grass I lay on.
It's all a vast encounter with nature.
It teaches me to release my fears and troubles to her.
As the golden sun warms my face, all I see is you.
And as its warmth enters my chest and warms my core,
I feel you in that warmth,
Her summer's beginning.