The Eye

Without you by my side I feel lost.

Like I'm in the midst of this huge hurricane, and its storming all around me,

And I keep waiting for the eye to pass over me, for a moment of peace

But its a big hurricane.

The eye doesn't come

And I'm stuck clinging to a tree, a redwood clinging for its life by its last root.

Everything is whipping around me,

Debris flying everywhere.

But in my head you're here next to me

And that's why I keep holding on.

The End

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