• In the land of the lost
    in creeps the frost
    in the forest of grace
    you can't find your place
    you belong to the shadows where you shall remain
    standing alone in the path of the free falling rain
    smiling as the sky cries
    disguiseing the tears in your eyes
    loving the feel of it on your cheeks
    when your words fail, a storm speaks
    it says the words you dare not say
    washes every doubt away
    and suddenly you know your okay
    the thunder rumbles in your heart
    the lightning is your favorite part
    as it dances in the sky over head
    reminding you of whats ahead.
    the sound of the rain on the windows is your song
    whispering its truth to you. It's never wrong.
    close your eyes and pray this moment will last
    this contentment you feel is unserpassed.
    stinging rain of the heavens running down your skin
    clensing your mind and the pain within
    even if only for the moment. it's worth the wait.
    to get rid of the pain, the hurt, the hate.