I fell for my first girl
way back in the 5th grade,
she's long gone, without a glimpse back!
My passionate memories will never fade.

Been wondering how things could've gone
had youth not caused us to refrain;
if I listen past the echoes
I can see the whispers from the rain.

~

My father was my hero
the very bravest man I know,
he volunteered in spite of
the painful tests he'd undergo.

There was a lot of useful data
so, he didn't die in vain;
when I look just past the shadows
I can hear the whispers from the rain.

~

My features have been whittled down
by time and gravity, a peg.
I have to squint to see, read lips to hear;
most the time someone's pulling my leg!

I hope time has a conscience
and lets me die 'for I go insane;
when I call from beyond our reflection
I can feel the whispers in the rain.