The rain comes

When I'm like this the rain comes,

The gray skies combine with my teary eyes.

When I'm like this my past is my present, I cannot hide.

Why live once I've died.

When I'm like this the rain pours,

Pounding down with no remorse.

The rain seems to hide who I really am

Or am I just too confused to know where I stand.

I wash my past away,

In the rain I will come back one day.

To my grave I will visit,

To my love I will say:

"Here we are again, where were you that day?"

The rain washes our sins away, the rain sets us free.

The past is dead, like me.

Together we will make it, we will start anew.

But first we have to die, to make our future true.

See you rain clouds.

Spike 05/13/04