Storms, yes all of these storms
They crumble my world
And leave me to bleed in the rain
Suffering from the wounds of the wind
Whipping me so it cuts in my skin
Never knowing the damage of the lost
Only to find that its gone
Storms,yes all of these storms
Flooding my view
As if my eyes were never to see
Caught in the downward spiral
Of all the floods
Never leading to nowhere
Storms, yes all of these storms
– Robert Patrick Jackson
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