THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
AMY'S GARDENS
the rain came down like little ice knives cutting through the fabric of our lives that cold night December was about to begin the pain came down to swallow our pride ripping apart all we felt inside leaving us standing alone in a web of sin what is right and wrong where do we belong all we ever wanted to be was together how an we be strong without our love song what happens to promises in bad weather the dark came down to smother our hope cutting us off at the end of our rope and no midnight run was going to save our glory and as suddenly as it began there was no more tomorrow to plan we were left numb by the end of our love story what is right and wrong where do we belong all we ever wanted to be was together how an we be strong without our love song what happens to promises in bad weather and after all these years I still feel whatever won't believe in never never never the rain cold cuts through everything right through the bone down through the song we sing did the rain put out the fire or did we just repress the desire all I know is I've never been lower or come from anyplace higher than what we'd inspire the rain that cold December night brought the first morning of our lives where there was no light when there was no light brought the first morning of our lives without light the rain put out the light The Rain Ric Candor ©2001  EMAIL
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