Like Water In My Hand

Feel the quiet rain on the back of your hand,

The gentle drum of your heart as the storm takes to land,

And run from this lightning, and flee this thunder you must,

Arrive at a place where memories are forgotten like the dust.

Fallen in a cavern where the very shadows are a reminder

Of every shade of the love to which you bind her

So we search and explore all our days

To find love in different ways