Storm

We're here in the storm again, Where the shelter is not safe in pain, I felt it over and over again, I'm ok, but not feeling well, yes it's real It will never be the same again, Again and again, It feels like heavy clouds seems to unleash a heavy rain Is it after a heavy rain, there's a rainbow again? That is what I'm always asking? But it seems like there's no answer to gain Is there's no reason to hold on But why? Is it the feelings are gone? Or is it the butterflies flew away? Is there something you need to tell? Or I need to say that I wanted you to stay. There's a reason to stay and wait? Or there's a reason to let go and slipped away.