On A Misty Road
By Jack Horne and Sandra Stefanowich
It's raining and I'm soaking wet,
the water's rolling down my cheeks;
my face is wet with tears - my friend
is missing and it feels like weeks.
Tears run like a river with no end
mile markers of time slipping away
distance; the silent killer in the night
wondering if there was another way
As bitterness and anger die,
let raindrops wash all ills away,
I promise after heavy rain,
the sun will shine again today.
I see your hand reach out for mine
your love; as warm as the sun's rays
your promise is all I can hope for
as I find my way through the misty haze.