night and the tides flow
oh, how far i am from home
may the goddess see
that our love might be
each heart wants to know
dream the dark night away
hope i don’t lose my way
may each step be true
on my path to you
until the light of day
i know mySelf
don’t need no name
there’s a hole in my soul
the colour of rain
there’s an empty shell
yet some things remain
shining silver and old
the colour of rain
just a doll on a shelf
a song full of pain
not to have or to hold
the colour of rain
talking to myself
homeless once again
turn the path on a poem
the colour of rain
Áine MacDermot
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