It comes and goes like thunder in a fiery storm
A roller coaster ride
That is my mind

A state of constant is not the norm
More like whirlwinds and constant storms
And a peak of sunrise before the weather drifts

My bones shaking from tiredness of constant defense
Constant battle and constant fear
The mountains are high
So I climb and I climb
But It doesn't feel like I'm getting near

And a thought of you might seem like constant bliss
But you might be just a jeep in the middle of the wind
That will take me to another place
That has it's own taste
It's own storms
It's own painful trace

And you might be a mirage
Cause the sun is shining too bright
And my head is gone loopy
And I need anything to soothe me

And we will see
What it might be

But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

But I have it.