your pretty little hands on my soul
dip your hands and touch the skies
pulsing your fingers into the stars
i was hiding through the mania
behind my forced smiles and empty hellos
remind me of what i was
who i was – no more
no longer the girl from yesterday- a memory of a thought
that lives beyond the boundaries of time and space
i have lived an eternity-
escaping the vision of the hand in the morgue
the disaster of my crisis – the death of she
the evolution of my essence- the bearing of all the lives
i have lived
paving the paths to the gardens of my soul
in spring i come home
This sweet rain fills me with joy it is
The fuel the earth needs to survive,
The pure substance that is
Necessary for growth.
Come spring and the flowers are
Ready be blooming.
They poke out through their tiny buds
And are now born
Born into this beautiful world.
This sweet rain fills my soul with
It is the answer
It is the solution
To this unbearable drought.
This rain will flood and wash
Away all this misery.
For after the rain there will bloom
New flowers and they
This rain will not keep me in
This rain will get me out
This rain, oh I know this rain is it.
Because after the storm
There’s always a rainbow.