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the silver looks paler tonight

under a moon that no longer speaks to me

the past a leaden weight

as long as I hold to it



and hopes the rain will come

to wash it all away



you can feel the problem

addicted to change

when there is nothing left to become

you will grow old



and hopes the rain will come

to wash it all away



there is something strong in her tears

something that pierces the heart

sad, but not negative

knowing, but not afraid



and hopes the rain will come

and wash with it away



there is a song on the wind

on this night, in the storm

and it calls your ancient name

but you can not touch it yet



and hopes the rain will come

and wash with it away



so for now, I must be content

with this in-between

and temporary wonder

for the mystery of it all



calling the rain to come

to wash with it away