Is this storm that gathers deep within our minds merely a breeze on the outside? Or could it be a calm that eases thoughts inside yet rages over all our kind? And draw from former days that which once was ours before the taste was soured And long for better days when all around is calm...and dare to dream once more
In this wretched storms all seeing eye A thousand pearls of hate reside For the will of one no longer thrives but lies battered and swathed in shame But while the heavens thunder upon high The fires of hell still burns these eyes And by the charms of an angels soothing cry I am and shall remain unmoved
Theres a white light here in the blackened sky And my eyes are drawn inside Its ghostly form weakens my spine Desolate the tears I've cried
Pleasant waves soothe a sickened mind A moments release from my tedium These forlorn shores I leave behind Entranced by your beguiling eyes A cold cry rings yet I am warmed As fond waters swim silently seaward Womans caress a tuneful mourn And so I will flourish
The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes My heart at last cannot contain more grief For this time should be... The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes My heart at last cannot contain more grief For this time should be...one of peace
Yet anguish races like your wounded pride toward me Weep softly upon me so that I may feel the warmth of your tears Wash over me eternally Wash over me eternally