Raining down from heaven above,
Rejoicing through harmonic chords,
A bittersweet reality of Love.
Thoughts of a silk white dove,
Soaring through a rosy red door,
Raining down from heaven above.
Bring me back to that stormy cove,
Fixated on that camp fire lore.
A bitter sweet reality of Love.
Seeking hope in what life's made of
Keeps one content for more,
Raining down from heaven above.
Watching over sacred earthly stuff,
Humbly sweeping the ash barren floor.
A bitter sweet reality of Love.
We look to the sky and setting sun,
Such beauty melting the score.
Raining down from heaven above,
A bitter sweet reality of Love.
_Ben
'06