Gentle Rain
Joseph Budenholzer
Fall, gentle rain, from the eyes of the sun
Now summer's gone, and the nights I didn't know
As seasons change from shifting suns
To icy days and forlorn months
And nothing's left
Nothing to find
There never was
Was never mine
Back to the fire and eyes to the sky
The hours and the days drift away as I wait
As seasons change from shifting suns
To icy days and forlorn months
And nothing's left
Nothing to find
There never was
Was never mine
Falls gentle rain, from the eyes of the sky
Now the day is done, and the nights I didn't know
As season's change from shifting suns
To icy days and forlorn months
And nothing's left
Nothing to find
There never was
Was never mine
