The storm
There is a storm that rages inside of me…
~ My grumbling and rumbling will be just the start.
The air will get cold… my light will go out…
~ and the darkness will come once again.
One and all will run and hide…
~ searching to find a safe place to be.
Only the truly devoted will still see the beauty in me
~ despite the ugliness that rages inside
Only the one who loves me will not be afraid…
~ only he will will stay with me till the end
Always loving… always wanting… always waiting…
…. for my storm to pass and for me to be me again.
Words by the Dirty Romantic
