The voices of evaporating rain

The voices of evaporating rain
remind me of the times that will never come again.
Captive in a moment,
I've done my time when comes the next.
But will the gift of this breath be freedom
or a notch upon the wall to prove that I was here?
And I realize that we can never capture a moment;
only let ourselves be captivated by it.
And the more time that we spend inside the cell of every second
makes us thankful for the next
and longing for the last.

Here outside the garden I've found things that scream of You
With the strains of bold remembrance fighting through.
But the days, they lose their meaning when the war drowns out the songs
Of a time when time was never meant to heal all wounds.

So don't lay me down when the world has layed me out
And out of reasons to go on.
Dust me off; I'm down, not out, when weak is strong.