The storm met you without a guard
You were as defenseless
As a tortoise without its shell
By the time I arrived
Your world was nearly in ruins
You were already in hell.

The storm ripped you of your hat
And ripped you of your rooftop
And ripped you of your peace
But with my might
And my heart atop
I restored the peace.

The storm made a bow
The storm carried his load
And cringed and left.
But you forgot your vow
You spun as the wind
You darted as a dart.

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© 𝙸𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊