I remember the rain on the roof that morning. And all the things that I wanted to say. The angry words that came from nowhere without warning. That stole the moment and sent me away.
Sometimes I think about the hearts. Of angels. Perfect love that reaches out to. Every stranger. With the truth on their side. Nothing to hide. They come and go with the tide.
I remember the rain on the roof that morning. And all the things that i wanted to say. And the angry words that came. From nowhere without warning. That stole the moment and sent me away.