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.