Thinking of you makes me see the truth
Through the dusty storms of youth
The scares on my face tells no lies
Of the road once walked between two lines
I cry out your name in the gutters of shame
As disappointment overturned my game
The reflection in my pale blue eyes
Distorted images of the truth disguised
I hear your voice through the stormy rain
As the thunder lights up my broken shame
Your wounded hands reaching out to me
As your presence calmed my see
Doesn’t matter what you go through in life......His wounded hands are always just waiting to calm your storm.
