• When the clouds cover my heart,
    In their dark, gray, somber glow.
    Clean rain flowing over the wounds,
    Washing the pain away with forgiving hands.

    It isn't a real solution,
    To the pain I forever face.
    But every day the rain comes again.
    Giving me the forgiveness I am dieing to hear.

    Could it be the soothing darkness,
    Or the calming shadow that the rain brings.
    But the rain wont always come,
    And like a field in a draught, My heart dries.

    There must be a permanent solution,
    For relieving the pain.
    You are my rain,
    And I am your sun.

    We cannot live without each other.

    Once again, the rain leaves me.
    The sun, burning my heart.
    And I will wait for the clean rain to come again,
    But it is not without it's price.