Oh there’s a storm-warning happening outside my door,
And I don’t know if it’s figurative or more.
Cause there pulling me down,
They wont let me see.
So I struggle and fight, till they leave me be.

My dreams are clouding up my head,
Pulling in the breeze.
They keep whispering sweet secrets that I may never see.
And they won’t let me go
The wont let me be free
And the storm-warning keeps tugging at me.

Oh there’s a storm-warning happening outside my door
And every one is yelling that I should wait some more.
But I’m running toward the entrance
I feel close to my escape,
And as I pull the handle back
Cold wind blasts my face.

This storm is blowing outside my door
And I run into the fray begging it for more.
I feel the stinging drops tare at my skin,
And I feel the pounding of the wind,
Commencing me to begin.

The storm blows me through its grasp,
Telling me its secrets,
As it beats me slash by slash.
And though I stumble and fall,
I don’t feel afraid,
No, not at all.
For this storm can hold me in its grasp,
But I know that it cannot last.
And the winds will fade
The storm will end
And suddenly,
My life will begin.
-ALC February 22, 2017