i grew up in a house
surrounded by dirt that didnt let flowers bloom,
outside it was always raining
and the windows used to cast
scary and large shadows throughout the room.

inside you held me tight and told me i was safe
at times i woke up in the middle of the night
not wanting to see the next day.
but through all the giving up and cold rainy nights
you tried to keep me warm

its a shame i felt like being alone,
because i live in a storm.