 | There's a torrential downpour just outside my front door, And the rain is calling to me. "Come away and dance with us upon the leaves. Come, and run free down the might river. Come, come and swim with us in this vastness of black and night. Can you come? Can you leave this place and fly with us on the swiftest of breezes? Come away, and be free..."
There is a patter on my window. The storm has all but left, And I hear nothing but a whisper.
Come. Come with us... |  |