After the rain we smelled our love the trickled scent the feathered dove
Above our captured souls spoke tongues of innocence again
Beneath the springs we combed our hair we brushed away the days despair
And dressed ourselves for pleasure, discarding all our pain

Beneath the stars our bonded dreams our breathless love the torchlight beams
Of childish joy and hope of youth at play
Before the sleep we taught ourselves new chapters more evolving reams
Of wisdom learnt from nights we kept at bay

The prowling of offence the stalking fear the looming sense
That hopes to steal the safety we had found
And turn against us savagery, a slavery in present tense
Where no more childish frolick can abound

So with the rain we washed our minds we trickled joy we went to find
new pastures greener newer fruit to bear
We cast aside the looming doubt we left it out it did not bind
And childhood love forever we found there