Although the day be wet and gray

and I am all alone...

I think I hear you calling

and in so low a tone...

Mixing in with raindrops

that keep falling from the sky

Calling forth the tears that keep falling from my eyes.

So how will all this end Dear?

I think we both must know...

though painful, it is simple

I must stay and you must go...

to face what lies ahead Love

One without the Other

Never will I be more than sister to you brother.

But never doubt the truth of

all that is left uspoken...

Nor think we should not have touched

though both are hearts are broken...

Because our souls will keep conversing

though noone else may hear it

In that other realm where Fate is kind

and made for Kindred Spirits.