This Storm

Just like the storm is sure to come
As surely as the rain in the morning
Afraid to start for I’ve begun
To fear a single warning
It’s getting late, I’m getting cold
Would you be the the one to hold
Me in your arms just for a while
Life’s too heavy, can’t reconcile
Just look outside where will you go?
We follow that which know
And then it hits, surprise attack
And leaves you busted, lying on your back
It’s getting late, I’m sure you’re cold
There’s too much for one soul to hold
All by yourself, all on your own
It’s alright, darling, you’re not alone
When it’s just too much, too much to stand
You wonder why you’re dealt this hand
How on earth are you supposed to handle?
You’re broken down, can’t start again
Out of steam, this state you’re in
All at once you find the cup is brimming over
It’s getting late, we’re getting cold
I would be the, the one to hold
You in my arms, just for a while
Life’s too heavy, can’t reconcile