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This Storm
Why waste my breath on useless plea's,
And salted water down my cheeks.
No mercy will befall on me.
No hand to sooth my aching head.
Or songs to calm my running heart.
There is no calm in the storm,
Only the rising winds,
Raging ever more.
Cutting me down,
Pushing me farther.
The more I stand,
The harder the winds push.
No, the chaos will not kill me.
It'll drive myself
To find my only light.
Be it a knife or gun.
The winds raged to much.
Here I am so small and lonely,
Facing what can't be done.
Why waste my breath on useless plea's,
And salted water down my cheeks.
No mercy will befall on me.
No hand to sooth my aching head.
Or songs to calm my running heart.
This storm will ever end.
And salted water down my cheeks.
No mercy will befall on me.
No hand to sooth my aching head.
Or songs to calm my running heart.
There is no calm in the storm,
Only the rising winds,
Raging ever more.
Cutting me down,
Pushing me farther.
The more I stand,
The harder the winds push.
No, the chaos will not kill me.
It'll drive myself
To find my only light.
Be it a knife or gun.
The winds raged to much.
Here I am so small and lonely,
Facing what can't be done.
Why waste my breath on useless plea's,
And salted water down my cheeks.
No mercy will befall on me.
No hand to sooth my aching head.
Or songs to calm my running heart.
This storm will ever end.
Published 8th Jul 2013
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