eye of my storm

Black skies and a full moon

the room glows through the window

I'm thinking about my loved ones lost too soon

Thunder booming and grows to crescendo

Begging God help me understand your message

I wonder if it's misdirected

Cause every night I feel so restless

Is my faith questioned?

cause lately, life has really made me test it

I can feel happiness when the trees turn green

But like the weeds in the fall that just leaves

I got strong from carrying this grief

And I'm not wrong for sharing it with the

Masses, for every song and beat I'm smashing

I forgive anyone who mistakes my passion

For exploitation of the pain I'm packing

Or when I pat my own back for relaxing

Grateful for the air in my lungs

I've been followed by the reaper ever since I was young

I was 13 when I started banging the drums

14 tried to figure out a way to make funds

Only 15 when I got departed from mom

16 when I partied to be comfortably numb

Age 17 when I hated who I'd become

18 when I started to run

Hold up19 when I said fuck music I'm done

But I can't remember 20 from the bottles of rum

21 I held the trigger on my roommate's gun

24 I saw my brother end his life with one

That's when I had to make a change

Along came Jrumma

Age 28, toured around the states all summer

29, met Melanie when I got sober

31, my story's not over

When things are looking up

I know it's cause you're looking down

Can't grasp my hollow past

If I never turn around

Forged in fire, carved in ice

Hearts get hardened the harder they fight

You see into the eye of my storm

The eye of my storm

Sun rays start consuming the full moon

No more rain on my window

Up late, I stay awake through noon

Heart rate is reducing in tempo

Telling God I don't think I need to stress this