Storm

Oh I don't know where this came from Maybe It's a little storm But I can't stand on my own Oh I will not run away home The road I was on is gone and I'm ready to find the sun In the scattered rain Our garden is made Traces of dreams began to sprout Until they grow and fill all the shade I bury my heart in the ground Oh I don't know when this will end Maybe there's no last page as if the story got lost Oh But I will hold your hand I can see the light through the haze We are ready to find the sun In the scattered rain Our garden is made Traces of dreams began to sprout Until they grow and fill all the shade I bury my heart in the ground where we will breathe in