Dancing In The Rain

Tear drops stain my pillow. The night slips into day.

My bed has been made all night. Outside the sky is gray.

A breeze comes through the window. The silence rips my heart.

I walk along a broken beach. The rain begins to start.

 
I close my eyes and listen. There is music. There is pain.

There is only one soul on the earth…walking in the rain.

I want to release the heartache. I watch the seagulls fly.

One thing I love about the rain, is no one ever sees you cry.

 
The ocean spray around me. The sheer beauty life can hold.

You realize pain should not be feared. It makes you very bold.

Footprints in the wet sand. I taste the sky’s sweet tears.

And as I lift my arms above me, I drift away from all my fears.

 
I close my eyes and smile. My feet move light against the sand.

My coat flaps in the wind. My hair has gone wild. I can finally understand.

I am spinning. I am gliding. It’s not easy to explain…

The overwhelming passion of just dancing in the rain.

 
There are teardrops all around me. But they will stop someday.

There are crossroads that surround me, but I know I’ll find my way.

And whenever there is heartache, and whenever there is pain,

I know I’ll find peace, and passion…by dancing in the rain.

The Crying Girl

I can hear someone crying. In the moonlight someone grieves.
Soft and quiet like the wind. Like the rustling of the leaves.
I walk through the forest, seeking to comfort that poor soul.
Secret tears reclaiming what a broken heart stole.

I can hear someone crying, yet there is peace among the stars.
Surely such pure beauty can reach down and touch her scars.
It sounds like something broken. Whispers carried by the breeze.
Clouds of tainted silver, restless as the troubled seas.

It is fragile, her soft crying. No one else will see or know,
How her diamond tears are breaking on the glistening floor of snow.
I reach the water’s edge and I see the girl at last.
Lit by shifting moonbeams. Sitting by a pool of glass.

I wipe away a tear, hoping she’ll know that it’s alright.
That peace is overcoming fear in the beauty of the night.
My reflecting looks at me. Gives a sad and wistful smile.
Content to know the crying girl has come to sit awhile.

I Can Hear the Ocean Cry

The ocean is crying into the cold night.
The wind sings a song of sorrow.
The horizon is fettered by darkening clouds,
While offering hope of tomorrow.

The ocean is sighing her slow sigh.
The night is all starry eyed.
The road is beckoning to all who will listen,
And searching for a soul to confide.

The lighting can not find a resting place.
The thunder can not hush his cry.
For they are all searching for better things,
And they hurt with each new time they try.

The water is running toward the sunrise.
The buildings show cold against sky.
And when all is deathly silent…
I can still hear the ocean cry.

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