The storm
The clouds grow thicker
As the wind dies down
You can feel the calm before the storm
The lightening strikes
And you hear the rumble of thunder
I stand in the graveyard
Wearing white, like the angel on your tombstone
All of a sudden the rain starts
Soaking through my clothes until I'm naked
The thin sheet of white on skin is like the memories
Memories of us, of you, of the good times
The storm is washing away the pain you left behind
I cry and scream as I look at the date
Seeing that you were only eighteen years old
The pain gets stronger as the wind picks up
The storm promises brighter days ahead
Promising the pain will stop, the wounds to heal
As the wind dies down
You can feel the calm before the storm
The lightening strikes
And you hear the rumble of thunder
I stand in the graveyard
Wearing white, like the angel on your tombstone
All of a sudden the rain starts
Soaking through my clothes until I'm naked
The thin sheet of white on skin is like the memories
Memories of us, of you, of the good times
The storm is washing away the pain you left behind
I cry and scream as I look at the date
Seeing that you were only eighteen years old
The pain gets stronger as the wind picks up
The storm promises brighter days ahead
Promising the pain will stop, the wounds to heal
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