How can I avoid such beautiful times,
under the whispers of the rain and dark morning skies.
They sing me sweet songs, secrets from above;
singing so softly, the hymns of their love.
How can I awake from these beautiful tides
forcing me back to sleep, forcing to close my eyes.
It’s not the rains fault
for such beautiful hymns,
I blame no one at all,
not even the wind.
It is the Source of All Love
that toys with my heart,
that pulls me back to sleep
in the early morning dark.