The Inbetween Time

Softly she came,

Walking streets stained with rain.

Still it all looked the same,

In her mind.

Years had gone by,

Still the memories don’t die.

They live out their bright cry,

To believe.

(CHORUS:)

Breathe as you dare,

Walk this road.

(Courage always calls for more).

There is a place,

You can rest, my Love.

Don’t be afraid of the load,

(It is not so heavy and …)

You can be there on your own for now.

When it’s the inbetween time,

It’s the inbetween time,

It’s the inbetween time of day.

It’s the inbetween time,

It’s the inbetween time.

It’s the inbetween time of day.

Gently he came,

Through those streets stained with rain.

Yet it all looked the same,

In his mind.

Time had gone by,

But those memories don’t die.

They live out their bright cry,

To believe.

(CHORUS:)

Breathe as you dare,

Walk this road…

… It’s the inbetween time of day.

When the day meets the night;

When the wrong greets the right;

That’s the inbetween time of day.

© Jane Thomas