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The Storm Inside
It's been a while since I sat down to write.
It's been a while, but my mind's racing tonight.
The storm is raging.
My heart is fading.
Panic rises and I'm lost in fright.
My vision blurs and I lose sight.
I think of you, but you're not here.
The reason why isn't so clear.
I ask and ask, but no one answers.
The words seem to just spread like cancer.
Traveling through my body, killing my soul.
They're keeping me from reaching every goal.
My goals of forgiveness, my goals of hate.
My goals of longing and my goals of faith.
I look into his little eyes and it all goes away.
He extinguished the pain the very first day.
I hold him and I feel safe.
Doesn't it go the other way?
I'm supposed to save him, but he saves me.
He made me what I'm truly supposed to be.
It's been a while, but my mind's racing tonight.
The storm is raging.
My heart is fading.
Panic rises and I'm lost in fright.
My vision blurs and I lose sight.
I think of you, but you're not here.
The reason why isn't so clear.
I ask and ask, but no one answers.
The words seem to just spread like cancer.
Traveling through my body, killing my soul.
They're keeping me from reaching every goal.
My goals of forgiveness, my goals of hate.
My goals of longing and my goals of faith.
I look into his little eyes and it all goes away.
He extinguished the pain the very first day.
I hold him and I feel safe.
Doesn't it go the other way?
I'm supposed to save him, but he saves me.
He made me what I'm truly supposed to be.
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