When the skies get dark
And the clouds begin to pour all the pain
The lightning and the thunder
Inside me begin to caving in
What have I done to be in the middle of the storm
The storm that becomes my life
There, there still a light
Need to clean all
All inside
All that is scraping, hurting me
I have to say goodbye
Probably my walls will fall down
But I will build it again
When the storm ends
I will rise from the ashes and my
Torn soul will shine again
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