if the winds would stop howling
and trees stop cracking
if the rain would stop pommelling me
and the lightening would stop illumination whats
wrong with me
if the thunder would just stop sceaming at me
maybe i would find some peace inside
a place of quiet and rest
but it never seems to stop
one storm after another
either in reality or the fragments of mind
left from before i started this road
I wish i could forget those years i spent with him
i wish i could undo the damage that he has done
i wish i could have stronger back then
but that road brought me here
and where that is i am not so sure
but i am there
In a place between heaven and hell
with no real peace
and echo's stiring when least expected
so full of doubts and
shattered dreams
like a shattered mirror i look at my broken
reflection as i pick up the pieces...
i should have been healed by now
it has been years
but every once in awhile
his words haunt me
and i am left feeling like this again
