There's a storm outside and you push back the curtain to sneak a peak
You see raindrops fall on your window like tears streaking down a cheek
The weatherman says there'll be showers all week
Yet watching the sky sob makes you stop and think
That's when your mind takes you to the bookshelves of broken dreams
There are a thousand editions just sitting on the shelves it seems
Oh, look you've sprung a leak
When it's peace you seek
But the ground beneath
Won't stay meek
Then your friends all treat you like some kind of freak
And life feels like you've been caught in its teeth
Because you are the meat
Survival feels like an impossible feat.
Yet when storms pass the sunshine feels like a treat
It feels like a friend you've been waiting to greet