The swirl has begun again
The impending cyclone returns
And I am overwhelmed once more
A violent disturbance breaks me
It will follow its well-worn path
Through my mind and weary soul
Nothing shown mercy or quarter
Weak as the terror tears through
And I look to you my only one
As I lay my pained head on your lap
I will not surrender to the storm
But I will surrender myself to you
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
The swirl has begun again
The impending cyclone returns
And I am overwhelmed once more
A violent disturbance breaks me
It will follow its well-worn path
Through my mind and weary soul
Nothing shown mercy or quarter
Weak as the terror tears through
And I look to you my only one
As I lay my pained head on your lap
I will not surrender to the storm
But I will surrender myself to you
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