• I was a hurricane
    Free to do what I want
    With my heart
    Future was clear
    The eye of the storm

    “May I shake your hand?”
    He suddenly came into my life
    I give it all
    Bright and optimistic
    A moment of peace

    But now I’m a gentle wind
    I couldn’t make head or tails
    I was reckless
    Living in the present
    After great turmoil

    “I’m not interested in you”
    I’m bound to the past
    I want it back
    I foresee nothing
    A time to reflect

    Take me to the ocean
    Set me free
    Scars and all
    I can only hope
    Before the storm returns