After the Storm
After The Storm
A stormy wither night a could chill warm my soul
A cold stormy night when I dream of you
I walk a thousand miles just to see you
But all that left was the horrible rage
After the storm was quick as a mouse
All I remember was the one time moment after the storm
of a lost soul that is crying out for me.
By: Martine Evelyne Duverger
