Washed Out With The Rain © 2010 Greg Swartzentruber/Ken Bennett A silhouette etched on my mind Like a picture in a frame Cold wind blows through naked pines Still whispering your name Red-eyed raven swoops down low O’er fallow fields where thistles grow As what was left within my soul Is washed out with the rain You haunt the corners evermore In dreams you stake your claim No relief from drenching storms Still crying out your name Even raven’s red-eyed glow Is dimmed by this incessant flow As what was left within my soul Is washed out with the rain Oh how we used to dream How boundless it all seemed A hollow life is all I know I seek for whom to blame Your memory is all I own Still I can’t speak your name Someday raven’s gaze will show The truth that I already know As what was left within my soul Is washed out with the rain Oh how we used to dream How boundless it all seemed
