The door slams, I hear the noise
I see the lightning in his eyes,
hear the thunder in his voice.
And I watch the storm rise.
His anger blows hard,
my brother trembles in fear.
I flee behind the walls of my heart,
wishing I wasn't here.
I'm calm on the outside
but struggling within.
Like a rock in the tide,
like a tree in the wind.
As the storm passes by,
I stand still.
Hoping it won't come back,
but knowing it will.
I'm calm on the outside,
but struggling within.
Like a rock in the tide,
like a tree in the wind.