STORM

Resurrected in a sunbeam
And feeling like a daydream
She's coming through lone stars
To bury all my private wars

A dazzling speed-of-light in mind
I choose another kind
Of self-destructing drugs and stuff
Like winds and storms that cold and rough

She's A Storm
A dancer on the top of waves
She's A Storm
Like the deads appear out of their graves

The appearance of a miracle
From the outside to the middle
Of my electric heart and soul
I'll never suffer anymore

This poem might never end
An eternity it grabs my land
Confusion turns into the storm
Won't it come soon as the dawn

She's A Storm
A dancer on the top of waves
She's A Storm
Like the deads appear out of their graves

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