Storm Of Doubts…

There’s a hurricane roaring outside
and a storm brewing in my heart;
so may emotions in so little time,
first push you aside then call you mine.

Doubts racing across my mind
clouding my usual common sense.
Give me time to shift through this madness
then let your love pull me from the rubble
and give me your hand to guide me back to the light.

When I’m with you I won’t letcha go.
Times are good and my head is clear.
When I’m alone I keep you on the low.
The fear settles in and the storm starts again.

Your eyes are like lightening flashing across the sky
striking straight into the depths of my soul.
Your voice reminds me of thunder in the distance,
bringing a promise of what’s to come.

Let me set these doubts aside
and join you in the living light.
I’m not letting these doubts pin me down anymore,
start seeing the future through your eyes
and seeking my comfort in the tone of your voice.

Your eyes are like lightening flashing across the sky
striking straight into the depths of my soul.
Your voice reminds me of thunder in the distance,
bringing a promise of what’s to come.

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