...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...
A Familiar Rain...it must be hard when you are a beautiful woman and no one will look at your soul...
A Familiar Rain...you ask me why I compare you to stars - it's simple - that's where your goddess has fled...
A Familiar Rain...surely by now you must know: It’s love; it’s love—but will there ever be good news?...
A Familiar Rain...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...
A Familiar Rain...it's merely writing, but you have to adjust your ear – I speak quietly – I sob – I whisper ...
A Familiar Rain