dan.handsoe@yahoo.com
I MISS YOUR RAIN
When you were younger
You held out your melted box of crayons
Said, "this is my world, this is your world too."
There are consequences for laying out
Your feelings in another's sun
Wounded reds and holy blues
I miss your rain, constant rain
It's sharp, familiar rattle in my soul
I miss your rain, constant rain
Drop by drop, stone by stone
I have seen the pictures
Of your triumphs and your failures
Faded roses paleing in the moon
There are no shadow dogs in your world
Only black and black is right
Black is always right, but sometimes white is too
CHORUS
The dragons you have slain
Are resurected when I reach for you
They shudder but the do not seem surprised
The battle between what is real
And what is really real
Is an endless movie that plays inside your mind
CHORUS
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