Rain falling on my windowsill

by ctmskm   Aug 3, 2007


Sitting alone I hear rain falling on my windowsill
I just want to do what's right, but I don't know if I ever will
There's so many reasons, and too many excuses
But I know one thing, I love her more than anything in this world.
It's kind of scary I know.

Right now I'm here, sitting alone and I am waiting for the sun to shine
Sometimes I do this and think about maybe someday if she'll be mine
I know, there's so many things to say,
but I think about the games we'd play,
And that she'd be mine at the end of the day.

And as I sit here alone looking out my window,
I wish I could see beyond the horizon,
to maybe see what lies ahead of me,
to truly see if she is there, right next to me.

But the rain falls down, on my windowsill,
and I just want to do what's right, I don't know if I ever will,
but she is my angel, my one true love,
I love her more than anything this world.
It's kind of chilling I know.

Sitting alone hearing rain falling on my windowsill
I think of everything in this world, all I could ever be,
and how it could all fall down in a second,
but don't worry, I'll be fine.

As long as I have her by me.

If only I could look beyond the horizon,
and see what lies ahead,
see if she is there with me.
Or before the sunrise, while rain falls on the windowsill
she's here lying down sleeping in our bed.

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