Right before a storm,
everything becomes quite calm.
Peaceful, yet angry.
As if the world knows to be
ready for the coming wrath.

Please tell me the truth.
Tell me your reasons behind
everything you do.
Lies will make everything worse
erasing what trust I have.

During a rainstorm,
The air is more breathable.
Fresher and cleaner.

I can see that you’re hurt
and struggling under a constant pain.
You’re running along a trail of dirt
wondering how long you can stand the rain.

Allow me to guide you and be your shield,
protecting you from those who wish to do wrong.
While those who hurt you may never yield,
I won’t let them destroy your precious song.

I am here to protect you;
to help you overcome your pain and agony.
If they come after me, you’d fight for me too,
for it's our bond that will help us survive this calamity.

I'm trying to sleep.
Unfortunately, I can't.
I'm lying in bed
thinking about tomorrow;
wondering if I'm ready.

As I sit thinking
I think about my desires,
my wants, and my dreams.
And I begin to realize
that some things aren't meant to be.