I Survived The Storm Anyway
when the rain come down,
i’d just stare out my window by the balcony
dreaming of what could be and how to be
i ask the lord a thousand questions,
won’t the storm in my head break me?
would i ever, maybe, break even?
i wonder if i’d ever end up happy
mum: if you pray, you’d survive any way
then i’d go down on my knees
shut my eyes and say
‘lord, at your feet, i lay me down my fears
i pray i outlive my fallen peers.
and if this storm, dear lord, would not abate
i pray the lord my soul to take’
grew up down town, in a small town
i think i survived the storm anyway