When we lose a child regrets haunt us forever.

When rain falls on a child
a smile appears
in that moment
an adult sees a tear

The calling voice of age
does not let us be
in this a simple act
our fears we see

Quickly I hurry down the hall
I heard my child call
but my Childs been died nearly
twenty years still that voice
I hear

Oh lord in silence of heaven above
could you please let me send love
let me answer the call of my child
I promise not to be long

I will not interrupt her heavenly song
I just want her to know I am here
waiting for that little smile
a bit of rain and a tear

I would let her out in the snow
Lord I just want to hold her close
once more, I promise not to be long

Down the hall you
call my name
your voice
telling me about the rain
a smile and tear

Arms round my neck
kiss upon my cheek
Finally tear laden sleep