The storm.

The storm.

You are like a storm in the rough seas, with the wind blowing in the breeze. But if you come and find me, the wind will stop, and you will be free. You have to leave the past behind, and then you will see. There is love in this world, and it's all around me. Take me by the hand, and I will take you to a new place. Then you will see it's not a mistake in the rain and the snow. I know that love will find you. So slow down, never look back, and stay on the right track. Then you will find me on horseback. Then we will go to a new home, and you will never be alone.