Sometimes the rain washes away the pain..
Sometimes i need just a little more rain..
Its a change i sense in me and all around..
Something will be lost and something lost found..
I wait and watch the pages turn..
I wish sometimes to some i could return..
But theres a lot more to be seen and heard..
The flutter of a butterfly, the song of a bird..
The bend in the road is behind me i feel..
The horizons still hazy under a misty veil..
I hear an unfamiliar tune in my heart..
Maybe just maybe here comes the good part..