The wind is softy blowing The posters on my far wall I? d quickly go close my window As if I had someplace to go The echoes are faintly calling The distinctive voice of fall We? ll talk til dawn about dreams Maybe about what this night means The orchestra of the night Must only play for us this time How our faces will seem too clean Through the curtain a moonbeam stream Lighting our candles, let the warm stread inside As a suble change within yourself I turn and you are no longer here Just a piece of paper Reading "when the raindrops fall" Lost in confusion, The stars would hear my subtle cry Words are met somewhere within this night Seeing things nowhere within sight The things that would be the same The child inside my starts to cry And a circling question fills my mind With answer I've never been taught A whisper in to my pillow "When do raindrops fall?" Why does everything seem to change? The world around me slowly sighs Memories of aspiring words None too common and none too absurd As your shadow still sits in my chair I think about how far we? ve come And I open my window again My fright is taken from my soul As I can hear the raindrops fall