I have seen storms, crossing towns at great force
I have witnessed anger, hurt and divorce
I have sang songs, dieing of emotion
And I have been part of, endless commotion
The storms will always grow stronger and closer to us each time
And the anger that fills our hearts with sadness will always
Release itself through rhyme
This world will win, eventually our time will end
And we/ll wonder why we still wish to be here, living.
