Storm
it may storm and the winds may blow
the lightning flash and thunder rumble
we weather the storms and the monsoon rain
climb out of the washes where the water rushes
the tempest blows and pushes hard
but we're holding on, holding strong
wandering down this mountainside
to the valley below where the stars collide
take my hand and lead me through
protect this heart wrapped up in you
we suspend the moments and hold the thoughts
breathing fresh air the storm has wrought
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