If I were stuck in rain in the middle of the night
If I looked up and saw nothing in sight
If my breath stood heavy like a pole in a storm
If I was stuck there, anything but warm
Would you come pick me up off my feet?
Would you come and remind me?
That I am the only thing that you need..
Will you hold the umbrella as we watched the sky scream?
Would you sit there and wait for the gray clouds to clear?
Will you tell me if everything will be okay as long as you're here?
Or will I be stuck there again? There is no person in sight, picking at my nails on this long, stormy night.
Praying to a lord, i feel dubeitly about that you'll appear here and help me through these clouds.
But i know that sitting here alone won't do any good,
So, instead, I stand up on my own
And work my way through
Walking as i watch my breathing condesate like the early morning dew
And i know eventually that the storm will clear
And that in its place colors will shine much like you, my dear.
