Where were the birds last night?
Not great but fine, that is where I am
Darkest clouds of the storm have passed
The stabbing winds still distort the sound
Some light can be seen in the distance but
Rain pierces the skin on contact
The skin on contact
The sky is black and gray and spewing
The piercing blades they've lost their edge
And the sun will soon
Look down upon what's left of me
I survived the night
Picking up the pieces
Of my broken mind
Here's one more
It seems that it had got expelled
A mile away from the raging storm
Tornado vanished overnight
Leaving behind misery and destruction
The sky is black and gray and spewing
The piercing blades they've lost their edge
And the sun will soon
Look down upon what's left of me
And as I gaze into the sky, eternal
The dark was light, the hope was gone
I have returned from the abyss
Took one step back, to prove them wrong
Birds chirp where were they last night
Disappeared, nowhere in sight
And soon the sun will look down
Upon whats left of me