The lighting strikes
Lighting up in whites
I just keep sitting there
With that same stare
This is my storm
I watch the black rolling over the blue
The door has shut, I've missed my cue
One silent tear runs down my face
Because I know I've lost this chase
This is my storm
I close my eyes, and it's still there
This storm is rust, but do I care
I watch the light, never going away
There really isn't much left to say
This is my storm
Sometimes I wonder why really stay here
Do I hold the rain's constant beating so dear
My mind wonders in this dark
I guess it hasn't hit the mark
So until then I shall just be sitting here
Waiting for something to become near
This will always be my storm
