Winds of the Storm
Winds of the Storm
My life is ending my soul distending, I’m falling out of the light
My will is bending I can’t keep mending, these wounds I have here inside
And now, my skin is peeling, my flesh revealing, the evil grown here inside
This seed of evil, flesh eating weevil, was planted here by your lies
And now I’m lost, I’m gone, on the winds of this storm
Count the cost, its high, on these storm winds I’m borne
I’m flatten, I’m crushed, all scattered into dust
On the winds of this storm
All my memories, too much imagery, go flashing before my eyes
My joy and laughter, crushed by a master, no heed or note of my cries
All of this recollection, my life’s possession, a foundation full of lies
As life collapses, down all around me, I can’t escape from these ties
And now I’m lost, I’m gone, on the winds of this storm
Count the cost, its high, on these storm winds I’m borne
I’m flatten, I’m crushed, all scattered into dust
On the winds of this storm
The last words spoken, the gates swing open, I take my first steps inside
With joy and bright light, paradise greets my sight, always here I will now reside
As your spirits burns, no my head won’t turn, my ears are deaf to your cries
You’re lost on the storm, on its winds you are borne, for all of eternal life
And now you’re lost, you’re gone, on the winds of the storm
Count the cost, its high, on these storm winds you’re borne
You’re flatten, you’re crushed, all scattered into dust
On the winds of this storm
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2008
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