gray skies
black clouds
the storm is coming
but there is no ground to hold onto

one man sings
and the other marches
and the last man is clueless to the beat

the man that sings made music for me to dance to
he made the words hold me close and safe
but he hasn't sang for years on end until now
as he sings the clouds roll in

the man who marches
he's a perfect soldier
his grace and confidence overflow from within him
i tried to march with this strong soldier man but i tripped and fell and hurt him so
now he marches on my heart as it breaks and fills with rain

the man who is clueless to the beat
i swear to love him best
he walks all wrong and makes crazy songs and takes me for the ride
his hands are soft and heart is good
but his word do shake like thunder

i have no steady ground to stand
my thoughts create the lighting
though the men hate each other
they all create the storm

so ill be drenched by the rain from our eyes
and i will sadden by the words he shouts
and i will be cover by the clouds he beckons with his songs
for love is nothing more than a life altering storm...
and saddly mine will last forever