Standing in the Rain
Standing in the rain
All of my black clothes soaked, clinging to my skin
The tie slowly squeezing the life from me, like a snake
I barely hear the drones of the priest now
Too deep in my thoughts for him to reach
I think of the night that had changed my life
A man, his wits sapped by alcohol, veering down the road
He slams into another car, sending it into a tree
I lost her then
A girl with features like they’d been crafted from porcelain
A heart of gold, filled with humor, wit, never judging
My heart’s been ravaged, torn to pieces by a man I’d never met
So I reach for a hand to hold, to keep me from breaking
But I remember that the hand that would go through anything
That would take on hell to wrap itself in mine
Now sat nailed in a box, buried in the dirt
Too far off to hear me screaming for her, alone, at the top of my lungs
So now I stand as they finish the ceremony, and I stay
And I whisper to her for hours, blindly hoping she would hear me from her grave
So I remain
Standing in the rain
All of my black clothes soaked, clinging to my skin
The tie slowly squeezing the life from me, like a snake
I barely hear the drones of the priest now
Too deep in my thoughts for him to reach
I think of the night that had changed my life
A man, his wits sapped by alcohol, veering down the road
He slams into another car, sending it into a tree
I lost her then
A girl with features like they’d been crafted from porcelain
A heart of gold, filled with humor, wit, never judging
My heart’s been ravaged, torn to pieces by a man I’d never met
So I reach for a hand to hold, to keep me from breaking
But I remember that the hand that would go through anything
That would take on hell to wrap itself in mine
Now sat nailed in a box, buried in the dirt
Too far off to hear me screaming for her, alone, at the top of my lungs
So now I stand as they finish the ceremony, and I stay
And I whisper to her for hours, blindly hoping she would hear me from her grave
So I remain
Standing in the rain