I Like to Write From Time to Time
come the eye of the storm
the raging seas and the howling winds
come the sheets of wind blown rain
as it hurls towards me...nature’s fury or may it be her sweetest glory
I can only seek shelter as I wait out the storm
and as fast as the storm has come
now the storm is done and gone
the rays of some sun peek from the cracks
of a changing sky
the raging seas and the howling winds
come the sheets of wind blown rain
as it hurls towards me...nature’s fury or may it be her sweetest glory
I can only seek shelter as I wait out the storm
and as fast as the storm has come
now the storm is done and gone
the rays of some sun peek from the cracks
of a changing sky