How could I not breathe words like rain?
They’re harmonies my soul can hear.
The world exhales beauty and pain.
Inside my heart they will remain,
These letters that I must revere.
How could I not breathe words like rain?
I see a meadow, from my lane.
I see a cross, by the road, appear.
The world exhales beauty and pain.
And to the cynics I’ll explain,
I can’t control the ink, it’s clear.
How could I not breathe words like rain?
The words, they bind me, like a chain,
And yet, they set me free from here.
The world exhales beauty and pain.
They sing through me as a pure refrain,
An ocean of joy inside a tear.
How could I not breathe words like rain?
The world exhales beauty and pain.