An unyeilding whisp of midnight rain
That consumes the ground beneath me
Drownding my mind slowly but fast
Drinking the darkness of the night
The constant flow of horrid waters
Radiant colors that had use to be
Now all swallowed by shame
But off in the distance I see
A certian whispering truth
Simple as the morning light
Yet still complex as ever
The sun, a spirt that's just
A seeker in hope and in all
My seeker, my hope, my love
Aand now my eyes are dry
And the road ahead is clear
I move on to know that inside
All I need is the sun, my seeker.
The bringer of life and all joy
And the end of the midnight rain
