Beneath This Curtian of Rain
Because some people were asking to read it.
It seems like just yesterday you were here with me,
Talking about all the dreams we would have, ‘til the day we were free.
All those precious memories, of the nights beneath the stars,
Who could have known they soon would be leaving, a permanent scar.
I may not always know the right thing to say,
Or even how to let you know what I am feeling, day after day.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Watching you walk away, as I look out through this curtain of rain.
You said we had the rest of our lives, to stand side by side,
So how could I have known, that in just a moment I would find out you lied.
That every drop running down my face would turn to ice,
As the moment would be forever frozen in my heart, fore I have paid the price.
I may not always know how to show you that I care,
Now it’s too late and I am left with out you, in a world of despair.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Standing here today, as I look out though this curtain of rain.
Across the broken and tattered bridge I have had to travel alone,
Each rickety step, harder to take, venturing out into unknown.
Laying in slumber deep beneath the walls already paved,
As it waits hidden from the world, bleeding from your name engraved.
I may not always know how to live without you here,
Or even how to share the gift that I gave to you revere.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Living day after day, as I look out through this curtain of rain.
The fire which once burned so bright flickers and dims with each passing year,
Shadows dance across the woven path, as I watch the steps of the past disappear.
No more tattered and broken bridges, or roads paved in make believe gold,
All that is left is to take the first step and to realize it’s not alone.
I may not always know what fate has in store,
Or what trials I will have to endure.
But I no longer know the feeling of pain,
Parting this veil, as I step out through this curtain of rain.
It seems like just yesterday you were here with me,
Talking about all the dreams we would have, ‘til the day we were free.
All those precious memories, of the nights beneath the stars,
Who could have known they soon would be leaving, a permanent scar.
I may not always know the right thing to say,
Or even how to let you know what I am feeling, day after day.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Watching you walk away, as I look out through this curtain of rain.
You said we had the rest of our lives, to stand side by side,
So how could I have known, that in just a moment I would find out you lied.
That every drop running down my face would turn to ice,
As the moment would be forever frozen in my heart, fore I have paid the price.
I may not always know how to show you that I care,
Now it’s too late and I am left with out you, in a world of despair.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Standing here today, as I look out though this curtain of rain.
Across the broken and tattered bridge I have had to travel alone,
Each rickety step, harder to take, venturing out into unknown.
Laying in slumber deep beneath the walls already paved,
As it waits hidden from the world, bleeding from your name engraved.
I may not always know how to live without you here,
Or even how to share the gift that I gave to you revere.
But I do know the feeling of pain,
Living day after day, as I look out through this curtain of rain.
The fire which once burned so bright flickers and dims with each passing year,
Shadows dance across the woven path, as I watch the steps of the past disappear.
No more tattered and broken bridges, or roads paved in make believe gold,
All that is left is to take the first step and to realize it’s not alone.
I may not always know what fate has in store,
Or what trials I will have to endure.
But I no longer know the feeling of pain,
Parting this veil, as I step out through this curtain of rain.