The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was
a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and

already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had
just been.

So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.

And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came up a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "(I am terribly sorry but) there is nothing I can do for

you
(that) you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would

help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure of it.

Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to

grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or

simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you

feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just
hurts too bad,

then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never

solve of Love's uneven remainders,
our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain in a frame like a painting on a

wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like

a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.