Trouble In The Storm
Trouble In The Storm
Tere's a light
flashig in the back of my head
As I push through the storm forcfully
The wind is blowng tremendously
The only thing I can think of is why me
My flesh is scraped to the white meat
I'm crawling on my knees screaming God Please! Help me
The people in the world that I love have left me
Drowning in a puddle of my sorrow
Wishng for a beautiful spirit that I can borrow
and not tomorrow
I'm down to my last breath
Plese follow
As he whisper in my ear
and say have a beautiful tomorrow
The storm has passed
and the light will follow
Bringing out the best in you
So you'll never have to cry no more
One thing for sure
Is you're the one that I can count on
and get the job done
Because you do it from your heart
and push through the storm
Even when it's dark
and the life that you live
You're strategic
You're smart
When you're deep in the valley
and the storm is too rough
You take a long pause
But you get back up
And try to make a run to your next destination
Cause it's trouble in the storm
So you really have to make it
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