Stronger Than the Drum

. I close my eyes, feel the streetlights gleam.

Not searching for you in this neon stream. Your name once echoed down every

lane. Now it's just static in last week's refrain. I trace the

curb where we used to stand. But my feet are moving, I've got new

plans. The sky cracks open, no warning sounds. I lift my

chin as the water comes down. When the rain starts falling again, I don't hide,

I step right in. Every puddle throws back my grin like the future's

already begun. When the rhythm pulls me through the storm, I'm not lost,