November Rain

The November rain Is drenching his constant inner pain, Of letting go his heart's embrace, She has flame coloured hair and a heart-shaped face, Like a Celtic goddess running through the fields with her wonderful grace, She is immersed in his thoughts that is the case, He is consumed like a mighty warrior to conquer her bruised heart, Always longing for her sultry glance, green eyes wonder, Now without her he hears the sound of angry thunder, That tears his heart asunder, She has run from the past to a bar stool, She drinks rum and black to attack, The hell of her memories, Of her father who destroyed her budding soul, She has run away before she gets too old, From her father's rage and arrogance so bold, She sings and plays a weeping tune, Worshipping the power of the full moon, To take her away to a softer planet soon, She used to snuggle up to him on damp afternoons, Laughing at the joy of their eternal love, But she continued drinking and like a white dove She finds peace from the awful memories of her home He was there to protect her from being alone, He had to leave her, a certainty like the tide leaves the shore, She is the woman he adores, But her self destruction he deplores, He searches for her sultry glance in the eyes of other women, The light has been switched off in his life, The only woman he wanted for his wife, He is left with the shocking pain In the November rain.