Where there's yesterday - today's tomorrow Where there is love. yes love There's a bittersweet sorrow And you You're not exactly alone,-
A smooth snowy drift In the quiet air The Snowman cometh Just to stand and stare- And he's thinking of you What else can he do?-
The rain picked the right time And fell from the sky The soft snow turned to deadly ice The Snowman froze with no place to hide- No one loved him No one cares Has the sun started to melt away his frozen tears- And you You're not exactly alone,-
Surprised to see it's summertime The birds they sing The flowers bloom The leaves turn green- And there is love, yes love Bittersweet love- Stepping outside while the weather's fair Baby butterflies dancing around your hair- Feeling free - Swirl with the breeze,-
The rain picked the right time And fell from the sky Warm summer days Returned to cold winter nights- No one loved her No one cares All alone, cold, teary, and scared- And you You're not exactly alone,---
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
I wrote this 11-10-1997. This song is about the change of seasons. The Rain tells a small example of a story of it, I suppose in a psychedelic sense!