Fragments of dreams are falling. Memories and pain.
I think you, the earth child, would call this gentle rain.
There is a voice singing to put broken souls at ease.
Why do you, wondering earth child, call the song a breeze?
Every crystal drop that forms, contains somebody’s pain.
Each childhood dream, and unwritten song finds freedom in the rain.
Ever wonder why a lake can cradle reflections ever shifting?
It’s because each fleeting image is a passion simply drifting.
A tear is transparent so you can see, through the pain that each soul feels,
The beauty, no longer hidden…the wisdom a tear reveals.
When you run from the pain life offers, when you refuse to face the day,
You are taking the dreams that lie hidden, and turning them all away.
Fragments of dreams are falling. Songs of passion from hearts filled with pain.
I am but a wondering soul seeking beauty. I have become a child of the rain.
Bitterness is just a prison. Fear is the lock you use.
Freedom is found in the chances, and heartaches if you choose.
There is a voice that is singing, to put broken souls at ease.
There is meaning in the reflections that most refuse to see.
Why do you, broken earth child, not see the passion in the pain?
I can not understand your fear. I am but a child of the rain.