Your words make me shiver,
your words make me shy,
They flow like a river
That never goes dry.
I think you are the breeze
Or maybe you're a thunder,
Something that you can't touch,
But admire and wonder.
Are you the gentle warm rain?
Are you the hopefull dawns?
I feel you,the joy and the pain,
I know each rose is full of thorns.
Your words are like caressings,
Your words make me feel...
Your words come like blessings,
And I'm wondering , still...
Who you are and... why?
Are you the sea? Are you the breeze?
Are you a dream, Are you all these?
Reach out your hands
Or just wait till it ends...
Are you hearing the call?
So strong above all...
It's like the call of rain..
When thunders get insane.
Maybe the rain will come,
Maybe not, how could we know?
Listen ! I hear it like a drum,
There! And in the hearts below.
