of a child's prolonged fear
of a lonesome night,
under the vacant laps of
rain,
of those silent cries of rebellion
unanswered,
we found atonement in those years
of love
and what more,
of joy and bliss in eternal shadows
of happy life
and now,when lovers and friends
and all of days pass through every end.
what of love we define,
at every road,by every bend
and happy life fails
to grasp what's real
and what lies ahead,
'cept silent noise
what ears can't hear
as these happy souls i see,
i'll see them cry
i'll hear them burn
burn b'neath my eyes
and laughing like a child
i'll think again,
of all the rain that falls,
i'll get drenched
while they get drained...