The storm

We come and we go

and why, we don't know 

there's troubles along the way

and they always seem to stay 

 

the skies grow dark 

and the sadness all swarms 

and I miss you most 

you kept me warm 

 

the sadness within 

never seems to go

because my happiness is with you

but that you know 

 

so here I sit 

and the tears start to swell 

filled with all the memories 

I watched the as the tears slowly fell

 

the storm has to end 

but how long will it go

before I find myself here

missing you so

 

so I'll pick myself up 

and go on with my life 

till I break back down 

with this pain like a knife 

 

 

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