Storm
Your heart is torn this I can see,
In many directions is how it appears to me.
This place is hell, evil behind each door and gate,
We need to move out of this city, this state.
Lets take our remaining checks,
And ditch this place with no regrets.
With music in our hearts, head, and soul,
we'll do what we want and go where we want to go.
I know there's a way we can make it by,
I don’t know how but we'll survive.
It's hard to be strong right now,
All the stress and struggles are going down.
Your heart is torn in what to do and where to be,
More than one place it is clear to see.
A storm is upon us, this is but the calm before,
it'll be powerful, but we will arise stronger than the storm.
It's cloudy now but we shall see the sun again,
We'll find a way to make it through, the stress is but in our heads.
This place is hell, evil behind each door and gate,
We need to move out of this city, this state.
Lets take our remaining checks,
And ditch this place with no regrets.
Copyright © Brandi Gray | Year Posted 2014
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