Please take away these storms
I can't survive another thunderstom
Everyday I stand closer to the platform
I don't want to perform

Please take away these storms
I don't want to be behind a door
On the floor
I just can't cry out

Every time I shout
the thunder bangs throughout
You're all shutout

Please take away these storms
I can't survive them anymore
I want to go through each day screaming and exploring
Yet the thunder is outpouring
This is too crippling

Please take away these *storms

I asked the Lord
To be with me
as I journeyed through my day
it was so good to know
is all seeing eye
was on me
each step of the way
now I may stumble
and I may fall
still he remains
my precious friend
and although I may fail
he's always there
and he'll be there
right till the end
for he is there
No matter where you are
he is there
and no distance
will be too far
he'll just reached down
with his tender hand
and show you
how much he cares
so don't ever give up on him
for he loves you and He is there
now we all have those days
as I'm sure you know
when everything it just seems to go wrong
but isn't it good
to know inside your heart
you can always sing a song
or you can pray without ceasing
he will hear you
and answer your prayers
see there's never been a day
that I could say
my lord was never there

She stands there,
Head pressed against the cool glass,
Looking down into the hall.
He's sitting at a plastic table,
Laughing with his friends.
"Like me, please like me, look up if you like me,"
She whispers under her breath.
He turns, waves over a friend.
But doesn't look up,
He never looks up.
She stands, waiting, watching.
Her whispered chant, her mantra,
A silent desperate plea.
He won't look up.
He doesn't even know she's there.
His eye's on someone else.
Her long *****-blonde hair.
Catching her eye, he winks.
While above she's waiting.
Praying, hopelessly hoping,
To be on the other side of his stare.