It’s raining outside
But not as much as myself inside
So much I’ve never cried
I think my heart has died

Why does the rain always fall when I cry?
It makes me smile when the birds again begin to fly
But I will never recover from the death of my soul-mate
But I guess it’s what is called twist of fate…

Is there a meaning
With me being alive so alone?
I am only dreaming
My name’s on the headstone


My hope is fading
I’m going to find my missing part
Why are others changing
Their perfect healing heart?


© Copyright, Ida Pedersen, 2001.