| The Storm I see you in the cold night air Awaiting his return I watch you as you just sit there My chest begins to burn For, I cannot call you back You have gone out in the storm I cannot call you back Into the house, so warm You will have nought of it I know this as well as you You will continue forever to sit Until he comes to you But, he will not come For, the storm Has claimed his life and home He will not find his way; his path is torn I want to call you near You sit there all alone Please, I beg you leave him, dear And come at last, home For, I cannot stand the thought Of losing you as well For, I too had grown to love The boy, who in darkness fell He was lost to the light And I thought my heart would break But, I acted as if all was right For your precious sake |
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