Who’ll Stop the Rain?

As I sit in my room and look out of the window

and I see the birds & clouds and say it isn’t so

that life is great and love is sweet

and strangers are friends we have yet to meet.

It seems so sad to waste so much time

alone in my room looking for a rhyme.

When what I need is a free-flowing spirit

to lift me up so you could hear it;

hear the feelings I have and long to share,

to hear my soul crying about the things that aren’t fair.

Someone to whisper in my ear

the words that I long to hear.

It seems so unclear

why you’re no longer near,

and I wonder so

why you had to go.

What were you afraid of?

Was it possibly love?

As I sit here crying inside

I’ve locked the door so I can hide

from facing the sadness which hurts so bad,

from losing the things I never really had:

like the warmth of your smile and the

comfort of your touch,

the strength in your voice and the

peace in your heart.

And you ancient eyes gazing into mine,

telling stories of long since past

gave a clue as to why this would never last.

I saw it coming and I felt the pain

from the beginning when we sat in the rain.

But hope was strong,

and my soul is deep,

that it wouldn’t rain long,

that this was something I could keep,

and share with you the feeling of love

that friends so often hold above

all else in life that makes the world go round

but now I’m alone and I can’t hear a sound.

….out in the rain

I sit and feel

the horrible pain

that makes life so real

And it thunders in my head

and it rains in my heart

for not knowing you better

before you chose to part.

geoff 5pm 10/6/85