I have known rain and weathered hands
stuck in time from a war in land
yet I've never felt complete by grace
my life not my own, locked, trapped, chased.
Doubts shower down while I'm now breaking
on the ground, where is this peace
of my dreams?
But I'm slowly waking to hear
you cry with me.
It's the rain that is how I want to be
expressed in purity
while sorrows depart
exiting for a final leave.
It's you bringing new life
to me through a new sky.
Oh how have you moved to tears
with angels wings profound and dear,
once a tormentor on shaken bonds
I don't wan to push for you are fond
of shattered mirrors in your brilliant scheme.
Always thinking I am face down
yet all I need to do is accept You,
no regrets, no burden.
The storm is taking me deep
into where you will be.
