Demons

Sometimes I get so sad  that I can't breath.

So you tell me how do you expect me to talk

About my demons when they are sitting on my lungs,

When I get my breath back I will feed them.

By bringing out the Strom in everyone around me 

Because I know that where ever there are dark skies and wild winds

Lies a truth, a truth that describes how much love one can leave behind

The moment they accept the all the pain they have lived

All I ever wanted is for everyone to embrace their storms and make them fall in love with their own violent winds.