The Rain Has Come

I know the flood is coming by the darkened sky above.
I used to think we could do anything; all we need is love.
But I have been defeated, I cannot scale this wall,
I won't be able to leave this valley and seek safety after all.

Maybe I'll die beautifully in the swell of forming rapids,
A fitting end to a love that finally had gone rabid.
Let me drown in sorrows pouring down upon my lies,
Leave me to be washed away in a cleansing lullaby.

I thought this perfect rain might somehow set me free,
And maybe when I die, that can finally be me.
So leave me to my own devices in this valley low,
Run away, the rain has come, so it's now that you must go.