I may look like a harsh storm, blowing in off the coast,
But the howls of my wind are but only a scare tactic, weeding out the weak of your kind. My clouds may be blackened and screaming with uncertainty,
My rain may frighten you, tempting you into its drowning waters.
But when the eye of my storm finally catches you, you’ll see.
I am not a storm at all,
But simply a calm breeze; a slight mist in the night.
Singing sweet lullabies to sooth your wandering heart