The Eye of the Storm
Travelling alone in the heat
Without the cold I am incomplete
Find the wind in the eye of the storm
All that bluster, never uniform
It is quiet and calm and much too still
The winds rushing 'round me 'till I've had my fill
Of the power and strength that pushes me on
From dusk to the break of dawn
All those people, far away
No more running, I'm here to stay
All those people who follow me
Can't find me here
I'm free
No one can find me now
No one can hurt me here
Here in the eye of the storm
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