I have become the safety in your storms
The squeaking shelter who was there all along
It's old wooden planks couldn't keep the wind out
They just witnessed your silent destruction
Slowly bending under the weight of your pain
Still you come back for the shelter I have to offer
Like the ruins of my heart could care for the one who ran into the storm
Like you know my broken beams and rusty nails
Like you have stung yourself on the thistles peeking out between floorboards
Like you know that I do
How could someone made as a shelter refuse a tornado hearted spirit like you?
