Storm Child (Good Times Remix)

In the corners of whispers and hushed tones
Dwell the echoes of judgement, as cold as stones
Cloaked in shadow, doubters with their clones
Silent puppeteers pulling at my bones

They said, "Your dreams are naught but senseless play
A flimsy boat on life's tempestuous bay"
But in the face of the storm, I found my way
In the heart of the whirlwind, I chose to stay

I'm the monsoon, I'm the tempest fierce and wild
I'm the storm born from the dreams of a child
Their words of doubt, in the wind they're piled
As I dance on their falsehood and smile unbeguiled!

Each Tear I shed turned to torrential rain
Every drop, a symphony of my pain
Yet within the deluge, I forged my chain
Link by link, I claimed my reign!

Now, I rise, like a phoenix from the grey
With the rhythm of defiance, I sway
My voice echoes through the stormy bay
In the face of their scorn, I hold the day!

I'm the monsoon, I'm the tempest, fierce and wild
In the heart of the storm, I found my child!
Their words of doubt, in the wind they're piled
As I dance in the tempest, strong and undefiled!

Their taunts and scoffs, just a distant rumble
In the face of my storm, their certainties crumble!
With every note, every humble tumble
I rise again, refusing to stumble!

I'm the monsoon, I'm the tempest fierce and wild
From the seeds of their scorn, my success was styled!
Their words of doubt, in the wind they're piled
As I revel in the storm, my spirit unexiled

I'm, I'm the monsoon, the storm they never tamed
In the face of the tempest, my victory proclaimed!
Their words of doubt, by the wind they're claimed
As I stand in the rain, unbowed, unnamed!

I'm the monsoon, I'm the tempest, fierce and wild
From the seeds of their scorn, my success was styled!
Their words of doubt, in the wind they're piled
As I revel in the storm, my spirit unexiled!

I'm the monsoon, I'm the tempest fierce and wild
In the heart of the storm, I've found my child!