Tylt - Hurricane
I can touch it, I can feel itSo it must be real
I can seek it, I can breathe it
I know these scars will heal
These eyes have seen enough
Sometimes I want to believe
Sometimes I'd rather think
That it's not only me
But there are parts of my heart
That are chipping away
There's blood on my hands
The hurricane's twisting above
The wind's ripping me apart
In the materializing storm
Faith has been my answer
And the Lord has been my Shepard
But my wool has been sheared
How did life get this hard?
People say they're there for me
But I'm slipping through their fingers
Their laughter echoing around me
And the storm, it stirs
But there are parts of my heart
That are chipping away
There's blood on my hands
The hurricane's twisting above
The wind's ripping me apart
In the materializing storm
I don't think this blood is my own
(I don't think this blood is my own)
There are too many bodies in the street
(Too many bodies in the street)
God, don't let me stand alone
(God, don't let me stand alone)
This world is much too cruel to me
But there are parts of my heart
That are chipping away
There's blood on my hands
The hurricane's twisting above
The wind's ripping me apart
In the materializing storm
Written by:
Katelin Weikel
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