As the rain falls, I long for your presence, I cannot bare to be apart
The rain is a cadence, that balms my aching heart.
As I ride in the arena, I think of your horse, friendship like a work of art
The hoof beats are a cadence, that balms my aching heart
As I look upon your face, my chest begins to hurt, I hear the drums start
The drums are a cadence, the sound of my aching heart
As I hear your sweet voice, little angel of mine
It illuminates my soul, a feeling so devine
As you softly say 'I love you' and how our souls will never part
Your voice becomes the music, that cures my aching heart
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