Wednesday, May 2, 2007

rain

Drizzles, dark and still and cold
Broken, torn, I’m trying to hold
Waiting for the story to unfold

When the black clouds covered the sky
My hearts scattered and my soul would die
Drained by the hollow rain, passing by

Dry me up with that sunshine gold
Story being told, should not be hold
Drizzles, still and dark and cold