The Calm (Caleigh's Interlude)
Faint winds
A song fading and leaves falling
Faint winds and far away a fading laughter
Through the rain and over the fields
A voice is calling and it's you
One dark gray cloud scatters and lifts above
As the trees are filled with wings
And down the valley through the crying trees
The body of the darker storm flies
But I wait
I wait
I wait for the mists and for the darker rain
Heavy winds that stir the veil of fate
Happy winds that twist her hair in the sky
They tear me and they strew this heavy air upon me
Winds that I know and I storm
There was a summer every rain was rare
There was a season every wind was warm
But now you pass me in the mist
Wraith-like you drift on out before the rain
Across the fields blown with wilting flowers
With your old hopes
Dead leaves and dark eyes
I roll like thunder in the night
I dream of you and I ponder fate
As my thoughts creep around my head
Grasping my conscience
Grasping my conscience
They give me hope
A ray of light once shone above
But it can't be seen through the cloud
Dim as a dream
Whispers creep into the growing shadows
Dense fog repels all light as the clouded judgement beckons
Hoping for an end
But praying for a new beginning
Now night
I stir in the dusk
I crave the beckoning after
Quiet the trees to their last tops
Faint winds
And far away a fading laughter
This is a Perfect Storm
A song fading and leaves falling
Faint winds and far away a fading laughter
Through the rain and over the fields
A voice is calling and it's you
One dark gray cloud scatters and lifts above
As the trees are filled with wings
And down the valley through the crying trees
The body of the darker storm flies
But I wait
I wait
I wait for the mists and for the darker rain
Heavy winds that stir the veil of fate
Happy winds that twist her hair in the sky
They tear me and they strew this heavy air upon me
Winds that I know and I storm
There was a summer every rain was rare
There was a season every wind was warm
But now you pass me in the mist
Wraith-like you drift on out before the rain
Across the fields blown with wilting flowers
With your old hopes
Dead leaves and dark eyes
I roll like thunder in the night
I dream of you and I ponder fate
As my thoughts creep around my head
Grasping my conscience
Grasping my conscience
They give me hope
A ray of light once shone above
But it can't be seen through the cloud
Dim as a dream
Whispers creep into the growing shadows
Dense fog repels all light as the clouded judgement beckons
Hoping for an end
But praying for a new beginning
Now night
I stir in the dusk
I crave the beckoning after
Quiet the trees to their last tops
Faint winds
And far away a fading laughter
This is a Perfect Storm
Credits
Writer(s): Francis Fitzgerald
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