I never could conceive
how rain would be a gift...

I wonder if you know,
or even have a clue...

This is a place that's dear to me
I hold it close at heart...

I never knew or saw
desperation to be a gift...

The love I have for you
it flutters, it soars, it yearns...

Their once was a place I knew
it sheltered me from harm...

From the time I can recall
I wondered who I was...