redeemerThe rain was falling, I remember.The rain was falling that day andI could hear it like singing. The whisper of the wind was a cello and the rain on the window was a sweet piano melody and my tears were a soft sigh.The fog seeped in throughthe window crack and stole through me,and I remember thinking of you.The rain was falling, I remember, and I thought of you.The whisper of the wind wasa cello and the rain on the windowwas a sweet piano melody andmy tears were a soft sigh andyour lips were once there to kiss them away.I could hear you, too, in the rain.Your voice flitted through thefalling drops and was neverin one place long enough tolinger but I heard you.After all this time, of courseI heard you.If the whisper had been yours andthe rain on the window had been mindand my tears had fallen for joy andyour lips had kissed mine instead,where would the clouds have gone?The rain
to go with youif today fell apartright now right before your eyeswhat would be your last wish?to feel the rain againto have one more kissto hold her to hug himto dance in the summer sun and lift a dream up to the starsif today fell apart right nowwould you be happy?with how you livedand who you lovedthe places you wentyour accomplishments and your failureswould you be happy?if today fell apart but you had one more chance to do one more thingwhat would it be? what would you singwhat words would you write who would you hold orwho would hold youwhat would you seek and what would you find?if today fell apart right now right before your eyeswould yours be of joyor of sorrow?
When will you come back?it's not like missing a friendor a loveri'm not entirely distraughtor unable to live my lifebut there's this sort ofempty spacewhere you all would bethe one who watched outfor me and my girlfriendsthe one who always hada smile and hugs to givethe logical one who couldcalmly handle what i couldn'tand the wolf who hasn't leftmy side since the age of threeit's not like missing a friendor a loverit's like missing a piece ofyourselfand that's what it is whenyou really think about ityou're all part of me andwhen you're not here youhave part of me with youand i'm not mad or anythingnor do i blame you for notbeing around because i knowyou can't really control itbut if you can hear mei miss youand it's not like missing a friendor a loverit's like feeling sort ofscattered and not whole