THE STORM IS COMINGLISTEN TO THE QUIET,THE STORM IS ABOUT TO COMELOOKING OUT THE WINDOW UP INTO THE SKYTHE DARKNESS HYPNOTIZES ME, WHILE WONDERINGWHY THE CLOUDS ARE ABOUT TO OPEN AND LET OUT AHORRIFYING CRY.THE WIND BLOWING HARD, THE STREET SEEMS TO BE PARALYZEDEVERYTHING IN SLOW MOTION, AS I SIT AND STARE.WHY HAS THE DARK NESS RUN RIGHT PASSED ME,TEARS IN MY EYES, AGAIN I QUESTION JESUS WHY MUST YOU LET HIMDIE. THE STREET WET WITH SORROW, THE PAIN THAT FEELS THE AIR.SOON THE RAIN WILL BE GONE MY CHILD AND THEN YOU WILL UNDERSTAND.THE REASON FOR THE VIOLENCE, THE REASON FOR THE PAIN.SOON THE SUNSHINE WILL BE BACK AGAIN, THINGS WILL THEN BE THE SAMETIME FOR HAPPINESS IS MY PLAN IN THE GAME.BUT FOR TONIGHT THE WORLD WILL CONTINUE TO BE CLOUDY,DO YOU UNDERSTAND?THE TEARS REPRESENT THE RAIN, THE SORROW REPRESENTS THE CLOUDSON THAT STORMY EVENING.TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE SHOULD ALL PULL TOGETHER AND DEFEND THE FIGHT.BEFORE THE NEXT STORMY NIGHT.©2002