The rain came in a front,

And I don't know what it is.

I've felt like this before,

But I just can't see its face-

From the pale, soft glow of the clouds on tow,

This moon of searing empathy kills the pain it does bestow.

I cannot now remind you,

I won't return this love lost, gone.

I cannot here foresee it,

Of this rain I shall not stall.

Some day I'll grow old-

A path of emergence; I will say,

"You shouldn't follow this time,"

So I can throw it all away.

The dusty road an epic questing beast;

Pursue forever with heartfelt conviction,

But it never can be slain.

I cannot now remind you,

I won't return this love lost, gone.

I cannot here foresee it,

Of this rain I shall not stall.

You do not well believe me,

You cannot bless this fateful day

Yow will not now arrest me,

Let me face down all my shame.

And in the end riding a silver steed,

To gallop down your golden gate-

Let down your darkness to where I stand-

Let go your guarding apathy.

To where none compare it is fatefully rare

We all can rest eternally.

You do not well believe me,

You cannot bless this fateful day

Yow will not now arrest me,

Let me face down all my shame.