THE FLOOD

when the rain just keeps coming, all you can do is hang on

So I'm looking for the rainbow in the swirling sea of rain
and I'm trying to find a reason to get up and try again
but I'm only finding sorrow in a raging flood of pain
and I don't know if I'm fit to stand the strain...

there's a ocean's worth of heartache with a grain of sand of hope
and a tiny hand is clinging to the end of someone's rope
where the mud and blood has buried it beneath a wave of cope
and I don't know if a future's in my scope...

but the sun in shining sideways through the raindrops in the air
and tomorrow's creeping forward through the anguish and despair; 
when there's nothing left but do or die, all we can do is dare
to cling to what is left of what we share;

the memory of love beyond compare...

the rainbow in a raindrop in the air