There are days
inside the shelter of my core
it rained and most days are cloudy.
In my core I’ve wish the sun would shine
at day, and the star will glow at night, after
a
l
l
*
t
h
i
s
time
it never did
anymore
like before.

It doesn't matter what I say
And it doesn't matter what they know,
Tomorrow for me will be a rainy day
After they're through sending me where
No one even knows I may go.

And no matter what happens to me,
You'll be fine-fancy free,
You're all the same, just looking for something
Or someone that looks just like me to blame,
No one would hurt you just the same.

*And what was the point for this madness
That won't ever come to an end?
No attempt to find a way to ease the tension?
Why can't peace between us ever begin?
So you can always be certain you'll always win.

Rain…
Down…
Hear the sound of my voice as it
Pounds…
Out…
In the rain hear the words as they
Are…
Now…
Mere reminders of who we once
Were...
And how…
There is no time left waiting for
Us…
Now…
So as the voices of rain ever fall
Down…
Would you honor me with your
Reply?
Now?

Lightning in the skies
Saturated clouds above
Moisture in your eyes
And should the rain ere reprise
Would you always stay beside?

Oh now.
How the parallels have split and bent to become part of the vastness of what is.
It was a simmer in the heat of the sunlight before the calm of a gentle shower.
That flowers would bloom above the anarchy of all the fallen dew drops beneath the rain.

And when wonder became exact,
to being progress in an assembly line heading towards automation.

The shouts of rebel crowds would bleed in to a sea of heartbroken miseries as wide as the fallen wood.
For here was a simple pleasure.
That could bask in the blink of your eyes alone.
That would shatter at a cold touch from such warm hands.