"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...its about learning to dance in the rain"
Sunny days come and go
the birds will sing, the wind won't blow
happiness spreads from head to toe
but afar off, a storm is coming
You cannot see, for it's not in sight
soon will come darkness and no more light
you're still singing, full of delight
but not so far off, a storm is coming
Slowly the atmosphere begins to shift
nebulous clouds bring in their dark, chilling gift
you still sit daydreaming, letting your mind drift
but now the storm is coming
Without warning, all your dreams are shattered
those dark, threatening clouds errupted, leaving your feelings of security scattered
you try and find cover as its forces make you feel weak and battered
the storm is here
With no where to go, you stand in it's eye
feeling it's end is anywhere but nigh
you wish you could disappear, be swallowed up and die
for the storm is only starting
Your dreams have turned to nightmares, your joy has turned to pain
from all this horror, what are you suppose to learn or gain?
the beating presses on and you feel you'll go insane
but still the storm keeps raging
All at once as if in a trance
you throw back your head and begin to dance
nothing can stop you, not your drenched shirt or pants
and the storm is no where near stopping
You no longer fight what's come to be
you skip down the road, around every tree
a prisoner no more, you're happy and free
slowly, the storm begins lifting~
