i told you before
that i will go through the storm
because i know you're inside
you're creating this storm tonight

the rain is your tears
the wind is your wail
the dark sky's your emotion
and your anger is the hail

the wind is saying to stay back
but i forced my legs to march on
splinters of wood are penetrating my skin
but i braced myself to hold on

i can see you now
you're the eye of the storm
you smile as i arrive
but there's a man inside

the storm calmed
as you rest your head on his chest
that smile wasn't intended for me after all
and then something from my eye fall

i step back
and turn around
my face is wet again
and it's not the storm's fault