Rain of Tears

Can a year be survived,
Can I hold it all inside?
Can I wait alone here. . .
Staring at the ceiling,
Listening to the sound of the rain of my tears?

Can my heart take it,
Oh for what it can bring
The pain of a year
Without her by my side.

While when I look into her eyes
I see the worlds dancing for me
Galaxies and rainbows entwine
Oh the beauty she makes me see. . . .

I want to hold her tight tonight,
And let the world flow around me,
Let my arms feel her weight in them
Drift off to a world across the sea. . . .

When surely she cannot be here. . .
  With me. . . .


Oh, but if she could what
Difference would it make?
When the one you love has
Not decided their own path.

Oh, but if she were what
Would that mean?
Could her cold eyes truly
Pierce through me?

Oh, but if they could what
Difference would it make?
When I'm feeling broken
Regardless how she sees?

Oh, but if she could what
Would that mean?
If her heart did call out
Through her eyes?

Would I be able to stand?
Would I be able to fight?
Would I have the power to
Keep her here?
Would I still be alone
Every night?

I wonder these things and
I cry.
Beginning to see the world as
How it really is.

I wonder these things and
I cry.
Beginning to watch the
Entire world spin.

As it turns around me. . . .

Oh, but if she could what
Would I do?
If her words broke through
My heart. . . .

If everything I've known was,
Cursed to fall apart. . .

Oh, but what difference would it make?
Would I cry anymore than I did today?

Oh, but what difference would it make?
If I had the power to bring
Her back to me.

My tears would no longer
Drown.

My fears would no longer
Paralyze.

My heart would no longer
Die.

My soul would no longer
Cry.

If my hands could keep her here.
What difference would it make?

But two souls get their perfect life,
Is that so wrong?

Oh, but here I pause and cry.
Love just isn't enough.
Though, tonight I can't help but
Wonder why.
When it brings such joyous
Harmonies.

Forget this dreaming life. . .

I go back to my real life.

And so I know I'll hurt.

Now I lay my head down and cry.

Staring at the ceiling,
Listening to the rain. . .
Of my tears. . . .