Is this storm that gathers deep within our minds merely a breeze on the outside?
Or could it be a calm that eases thoughts inside yet rages over all our kind?
And draw from former days that which once was ours before the taste was soured
And long for better days when all around is calm...and dare to dream once more
In this wretched storms all seeing eye
A thousand pearls of hate reside
For the will of one no longer thrives but lies battered and swathed in shame
But while the heavens thunder upon high
The fires of hell still burns these eyes
And by the charms of an angels soothing cry I am and shall remain unmoved
Theres a white light here in the blackened sky
And my eyes are drawn inside
Its ghostly form weakens my spine
Desolate the tears I've cried
Pleasant waves soothe a sickened mind
A moments release from my tedium
These forlorn shores I leave behind
Entranced by your beguiling eyes
A cold cry rings yet I am warmed
As fond waters swim silently seaward
Womans caress a tuneful mourn
And so I will flourish
The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes
My heart at last cannot contain more grief
For this time should be...
The rain that lashes my troubled brow, it soothes
My heart at last cannot contain more grief
For this time should be...one of peace
Yet anguish races like your wounded pride toward me
Weep softly upon me so that I may feel the warmth of your tears
Wash over me eternally
Wash over me eternally
