The unloved love deeper, they’re burning inside, The loved ones keep secrets, with truths they must hide. No clouds without rainfall, no sky without pain, So here and tonight I am calling the rain. A lie feels much softer than anger or fight, A faith that holds onto the promise of light. And hope has grown closer, it stays by our side, Than words never spoken, than tears we still hide. There’s smoke with no fire, in the storm’s heavy breath, A truth that knows nothing of love or of faith. To love the unloved is a struggle, a flame, Our September is lost in May’s gentle frame. I’m your unloved, still wrapped in a blanket, You are my triumph through shadow and sun. Far in the distance, advice from the strangers, Simple replies – but I can’t find them, none. Each heart has a truth of its own, We’re tied to the stories we’ve known. With pride we keep silence unspoken, Our cries disappear with the wind as it’s blown. I’m your unloved, still wrapped in a blanket, You are my triumph through shadow and sun. Far in the distance, advice from the strangers, Simple replies – but I can’t find them, none. I’m your unloved, still wrapped in a blanket, You are my triumph through shadow and sun. Far in the distance, advice from the strangers, Simple replies – but I can’t find them, none. The unloved love deeper, they’re burning inside, The loved ones keep secrets, with truths they must hide. No clouds without rainfall, no sky without pain, So here and tonight I am calling the rain.
