Reflection on the Past (the grieving process) A Silhouette of Songs

Rain on my heart rain, rain on my soul, rain on everything that I know. How could I be so blind that I could think that I could be in control, that I was different. The sadness has taken me into regret, how could I believe in some kind of feeling that could change everything I thought I knew. We both went down together, it felt like we might be there forever, just trying to get up. And I am sorry this wasn't easy when I asked you to believe me. But you let go. If grace knows my name then I am to blame for constantly spreading my fear and shame, I walk around blindfolded, talk, but Im not really listening. Rain on my heart, rain on my soul, rain on everything that I know.