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