Listen closely as it whispers near
The sound of love you hold so dear
Feel the rain chasten your light head
Reminding you softly, what you've never said
Pounding harder upon soft worn silt
Echoing in madness the secret of your guilt
Running through it's beating wet thunder
Let that which God binds, man not asunder
Washing free the grime of the past
Now that the spinkling is over, I'm free at last