September Rain comes cold and hard
to clear the years of toil and love.
This month, dual joy and pain.
To celebrate life a year once more
yet mourn a life of patient hope.
Alas. We are no more.
Go then; find what ye seek,
thou hast no life in me.
September Rain comes cold and hard
to clear the years of toil and love.
This month, dual joy and pain.
To celebrate life a year once more
yet mourn a life of patient hope.
Alas. We are no more.
Go then; find what ye seek,
thou hast no life in me.