the other kind of Storm

The day I lost everything, the world felt like it was ending I'm exhausted from fighting, I'm longing for a moment of peace. There's a storm enrage within me, resulting a battle between hope and doubt I promise to chase the setting sun, towards a land where I can be free. If only I can leave behind, the echoes of what I can't forget Maybe someday the memory will fade away from the world that blurs behind me.