When the tempests blow, there's one thing I know
That is bow down your head and humble low
For the heavy winds are fiercely raging
The proud and boastful strong trees are shaking
And the angry skies strike the mountains
Making weighty rains, flooding the plains
But the tempests portray many meanings
And sometimes we don't understand why they came
O, there are things the storms left for us to claim
If you'll ask me how can you get those things
I won't give the answer, I'm sorry
My friend, your life doesn't lie on me.
Just look on your attitude when tempests blow
One day, you'll see the reason of the dark flow
Those things shall unfold and their meanings shall come
They will open your eyes and give you wisdom.
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