Your Storm

         Your Storm

As the music swirls around me
The happiness bubbles inside.
There is no rhyme or reason
For me to have this ride.

And I look across to see you,
The sorrow is clouding your eyes.
How can I feel this pleasure
When in you sadness lies?

So I lift my eyes to find out
Why guilt is the burden I bear.
The storm clouds build around me
No beaming sun is there.

And the lightning rolls its thunder;
The tears pouring down to the earth.
But still the sun behind them
Is there to shed its mirth.

When a rift splits clouds apart now
The sun bursting through in a blaze.
I see that life goes on here
A light shines through the haze.

You may feel your sadness heavy
But I am your sun shining bright.
The tears you cry are noticed
I part your clouds with light.