When the sky is black with storms
There is a place for you with me,
When the sea is rough and cold
a haven, safe, to be.
When the road is long and rutted,
I’m a smooth tarred motorway
To ease you along the path
to where you long to stay
When the journey’s never ending
I’m the firelight from home
When the anger’s overwhelming
I’m the calm before the storm
When the wind is strongest
Uprooting all around
I’m the steadfast oak
Stolid, rooted, Sound.
When the rain is pelting
Soaking all around
I will be the shelter,
your spirit will not drown.
I know that you can’t see it,
But I’ll always have your back,
I’m here with you forever
to guard you from the flack.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
When the sky is black with storms
There is a place for you with me,
When the sea is rough and cold
a haven, safe, to be.
When the road is long and rutted,
I’m a smooth tarred motorway
To ease you along the path
to where you long to stay
When the journey’s never ending
I’m the firelight from home
When the anger’s overwhelming
I’m the calm before the storm
When the wind is strongest
Uprooting all around
I’m the steadfast oak
Stolid, rooted, Sound.
When the rain is pelting
Soaking all around
I will be the shelter,
your spirit will not drown.
I know that you can’t see it,
But I’ll always have your back,
I’m here with you forever
to guard you from the flack.
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