The Awakening

Indian Summer Rain

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Hear those voices calling
There's sorrow in the air
Falling leaves, like falling tears
Of meaningless despair

She picks up the flowers
And weaves them through her hair
Her dress is torn down to her thigh
Her world has disappeared

And she says go inside
I'm waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain

Ice has closed the chamber
The candles have all died
A trail of incense to the place
She lies in deathly white

Shrouded by a halo
The pillow made of stone
She holds the lace against her chest
And welcomes in the cold

And she says go inside
I'm waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain

When they find a new forever
Behind this mortal tomb
She'll take the sacrificial knife
Beneath the scarlet moon
When they find a new forever
She'll be someone new
Her skin will warm to summer light
Her eyes a deeper blue

And she says go inside
I'm waiting for the rain
She keeps the pain alive
Waiting for the rain