Would the rain be my friend in a far away place?
A place where people would not have a face.
Could daisies paint the grass blue and green?
Could roses be made of paper mache?
The sky never change from night to day.
Would the stars dance across the ballroom floor?
Looking up from below and down from above.
Flying in between on the wings of a dove.
I feel so pure, I feel so fine.
Would fairies show me where go get some rest?
On a toadstool in the woods or in her nest.
Could the oceans whisper soft quiet secrets?
Would the castles far away invite me in?
The hills and the mountains silently grin.
The deer say hello, the bunnies goodbye.
Would the rain be my friend, in my dreams?
Where everything is calm, not what it seems.
Please rain, be my friend, take me from here.