Perhaps it's the mind that reads the soul,
or the soul that reads the mind.
Either way it's you and I trying to find our way,
but we've gotten lost on this rainy day.
And, the lighting strikes as the thunder roars,
and tress fall down and the rain it soars.
The pier is darkened with the devils laugh,
but the sky is brightened and sin taken back.
As sheepish grins they cross our face,
and mini-hearts, they take our place.
As we drift off into what we call heaven and hell,
but how is it possible that our answers fell?
They're fallen dreams and toughened nights,
as we lose each unbearable fight..
I'm still not sure if it's me or you,
that's the reason we can't make it through.
Two souls, two mines living in one..
Oh, oh, which shall run?
Is it God's Child or Satan's Angel? - - One is wrong
and, we're falling behind where each belong.
