Here you see me stand, but will not call
Me near,
All I ask is for your hand, to hold o so
Dear.
But the rain has become my being, each
Droplet a tear of mine,
For is the sorrow that come from love,
Not also divine.
I welcome in the sad, for joy has rarely
Stayed,
All the pain that came from love, the
Price that I have paid.
Look up at the sky, there shall you
Find my heart,
But you are grounded to the earth,
Forever a world apart.
