Early Morning Rain
The early morning rain
hides the tears in my eyes
With an emptiness in my heart,
I'm remembering your lies
I'm a long way from home,
but the distance doesn't ease
this aching in my heart
and wind blowing through the trees.
Travelling down this rocky road,
I'm tired and alone.
How I wish my broken heart
could find its way back home.
Bright is the sun and
dark is the night,
but I'm stuck in the middle,
and, oh, nothing feels right.
With everything to lose
and nothing to gain,
my tears fall to the ground,
like the early morning rain.
Oh, the sun never shines
in the early morning rain.
In the morning sun, he wakes
with another girl, not me.
The dawn's light shines on them,
but clouds dim my rocky seas.
If he would welcome me home,
I'd forgive, let go of this pain.
So I'll start the long journey home
in the early morning rain.
Lord, help me find my way
through the early morning rain.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 12, 2012
for Write me a Lightfoot Poem (Francine Roberts)
* Gordon Lightfoot song, "Early Morning Rain"
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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