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Storms Without Warning

It isn't raining here, it isn't raining anywhere
So why does it feel like there's a storm going on around here?
Things look perfect and bright so why do they all seem so unclear?
I guess sometimes the worst storms kind of come without a warning

Still my heart cries on, "when you're weak stand strong"
When you can't go on - go on 
Hold on, sail on

I'm sick of fighting myself for I'm tired of always losing
I'm tired of this endless struggle with the world that I never seem to win
I smile and attempt to look calm, composed and collected
But inside, I'm punching walls and screaming as the hurricane destroys me deep within

Still my heart cries on, "when you're weak stand strong"
When you can't go on - go on 
Hold on, sail on

Dear Lord, it's raining here - I think it's raining everywhere
So why does it feel like everything is beautiful around here?
Things look hopeless and dark yet I feel confident and clear
I guess sometimes the best peace sort of comes without a warning

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