The Storm

To Mike.

Darkness, creeping to the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
A storm is coming for me and you

It will take me away from you
Or you from me
Trying to tell us
It cannot be

Darkness creeping toward the door
A storm is coming, rain will pour
Lighting strikes, thunder booms
The end is coming for me and you

Cold rain hits my face
Cruel wind blows my hair

You are gone
Our love can never be

You were pretending
You never loved me

Darkness is creeping toward the door
Sorrow is coming, tears will pour
Hearts will break, screams will come too
This is the end
Of me and you