My sky turns to black No way to turn back My clouds start to churn The cold waters stir My vision starts to blur With nowhere to turn I called forth the gale It tore through the sail The thunder rolls in Born from my own hand The light starts to dim I doubted who I am Storm of my own making My sea starts to break From choices I make The lightning strikes down The cold waters rise To block out the skies Before I can drown I called forth the gale It tore through the sail The thunder rolls in Born from my own hand The light starts to dim I doubted who I am Storm of my own making The tempest inside Has taken the wheel With nowhere to hide From all that I feel The wind starts to break Across my own path The choices I make Awaken my wrath I called forth the gale It tore through the sail The thunder rolls in Born from my own hand The light starts to dim I doubted who I am Storm of my own making
