Rythm of the rain

Rhythm of the Rain (P. McDonald)



Swirling clouds in an ominous sky, breeze carries voices from my past

And I never question why because the answers come too fast



And the wind sings out my pain to the rhythm of the rain



So bear the brunt of your venomous hate, sometimes you treat me like a fool

But it's an image you create and then you say that I am cruel



And the wind sings out my pain to the rhythm of the rain



I can see the rolling thunder travelling across the land

Fear is the tireless hunter we may never understand



Heavy mist unyielding as my heart so forever I'll remain

Playing out my part in the rhythm of the rain



And the wind sings out my pain

I can feel it once again

So forever I'll remain

In the rhythm of the rain

In the rhythm of the rain

In the rhythm of the rain

In the rhythm of the rain