The Storm Is Coming
THE STORM IS COMING
LISTEN TO THE QUIET,
THE STORM IS ABOUT TO COME
LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW UP INTO THE SKY
THE DARKNESS HYPNOTIZES ME, WHILE WONDERING
WHY THE CLOUDS ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND LET OUT A
HORRIFYING CRY.
THE WIND BLOWING HARD, THE STREET SEEMS TO BE PARALYZED
EVERYTHING IN SLOW MOTION, AS I SIT AND STARE.
WHY HAS THE DARK NESS RUN RIGHT PASSED ME,
TEARS IN MY EYES, AGAIN I QUESTION JESUS WHY MUST YOU LET HIM
DIE. THE STREET WET WITH SORROW, THE PAIN THAT FEELS THE AIR.
SOON THE RAIN WILL BE GONE MY CHILD AND THEN YOU WILL UNDERSTAND.
THE REASON FOR THE VIOLENCE, THE REASON FOR THE PAIN.
SOON THE SUNSHINE WILL BE BACK AGAIN, THINGS WILL THEN BE THE SAME
TIME FOR HAPPINESS IS MY PLAN IN THE GAME.
BUT FOR TONIGHT THE WORLD WILL CONTINUE TO BE CLOUDY,
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
THE TEARS REPRESENT THE RAIN, THE SORROW REPRESENTS THE CLOUDS
ON THAT STORMY EVENING.
TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE SHOULD ALL PULL TOGETHER AND DEFEND THE FIGHT.
BEFORE THE NEXT STORMY NIGHT.
©2002
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