Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Let the rain kiss you Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops Let the rain sing you a lullaby The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk The rain makes running pools in the gutter The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.