The Storm

I am the storm,
I rage on and on.

Through your years,
My way I’ll make

Leaving destruction
In my wake.

I am the storm;
I will take you down

Over troubled times
I shall pass

Shattering your hope
Like crystal glass.

I will take your mind
In to my cold hands

Distort it so
That no one understands.

Take cover now,
This is a low.

I will hold you close,
And never let you go

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