The Hurricane

The hurricane is no stranger to me, it's been here many times before

I ran for shelter, I bolted the doors

The walls I built all year were torn down in a moment
but I held on for dear life to a chain I bolted to the floor

Battered and bruised, I got up when it passed
I smiled, I've weathered the worst I thought,
I can do this again, I can do this.

The hurricane is announcing itself with a vengeance again,
Wild and reckless, I hear the wind panic
I hear it go through the trees, I hear it whistle by my ears
Run and hide it whispers, run and hide

The hurricane demands the rain to beat the war drums
my hands, my face, the ground, all become its instruments
I am helpless, my body betrays me, it too sings the song of war
The propaganda is working, I am running, I am scared

The hurricane tears down the walls again, it smashes the windows
It uproots the pillars I had created, it leaves me with nothing
I thrash about helplessly, the wind wails out of concern, the hail mercilessly beats me
Through the darkness of these clouds, I decide lies the sun and I close my eyes

Bruised and battered, I fly up into the sky

I smiled, I've weathered the worst
I can't do it again, I wont.