a rainy afternoon of rest
her quiet mind is at it's best
but heart is leaking like the rain
and death of life is in much pain
I see the past in photographs
I see the proof of love and youth
shh, be still the rain upon the roof
be still my troubled soul
tomorrow brings a fresh new day
with troubles of it's own
so swollen cheeks and tear filled eyes
lie softly on the bed
no more the time of innocence
no more the days of youth
come quickly rain upon my head
goodnight my teary eyes
the rain will wash away my sad
and bring back all those times
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