The Day It Rained

Note: The full title to this is
         The Day It Rained
      (I felt sorry for the roses)


The day that it rained
I was on the way to see my love
To love her the way that lovers do.
The rain was as cold
As the pavement below my feet
Which were walking across Madison Avenue.
I stopped and bought a dozen roses
From a woman at the corner store.
I really hoped that my love would like them
As I stood outside her door.
It was then that I discovered
That strange hollow feeling
Of which I've come to know.
It used to be a foreign thing
Not all that long ago.

You see, my love had left me,
And I didn't know where she had gone.
She must have changed her mind about me
And felt the urge to move on.
It made me feel sorry for the roses
And the role they were to play,
Their beautiful lives were wasted
And thoughtlessly tossed away.

So I began my long walk home
And stared at the darkened windows along the way.
My mind began to drift and think
About how much a life can change in just one day.
I've heard that every heart has a different beat,
Even when the lights are off and shades are drawn
And the dark of night seems to be complete,
On the inside all of the lights are on.
There maybe shadows from burning candles
Or the bulbs of a chandelier.
There could be tears
From some saddened-eyed dreamers
Who go to sleep with their hearts of stone.
Though they dream their dreamers' dreams
They always seem to wake up alone.