The storm approaches,
lightening strikes my heart,
in silence it beats when we're apart.
The Daisy's bloom in rivers of opened fields,
to my heart I begin to yield.
The thoughts that cry for my princess tonight,
yet I weep alone again in my plight. Can it be for a memory true,
as the clock ticks past, I think of you.
Oh where is the storm to settle,
tis over my head,
and I await for the time
when the storm is dead...
