Apr 05, 2006 16:49
She sits among the pieces
of broken glass and photographs.
Reluctantly releases
the last of what was her past.
It struck without warning
or did she just ignore the signs
In those dark clouds forming
behind those silver lines?
The door it slammed like thunder
and the tears they fell like rain
And the warnings from her instincts
whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions
and she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive but can she survive the storm?
A broken jewel box dancer
Lies in pieces down the hall.
She's finding out the answers
don't change nothing at all.
It's time she stopped searching
for who's to blame or what went wrong
The only thing for certain is they're done,
she's got to move on.
The door it slammed like thunder
and the tears they fell like rain
And the warnings from her instincts
whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions
and she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive but can she survive the storm?
Someday days just roll on by
without a gray cloud in the sky
She keeps telling herself,
"I will make it on my own".
And her friends,
they've all gone back to their lives
Thinking she will be all right
As she races through the night to make it home.
The door it slammed like thunder
and the tears they fell like rain
And the warnings from her instincts
whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotions and she cannot reach the shore.
She's alive but can she survive the storm?