Allister

It's frightening
How you can see the changes happening
When they move so fast
And lightning
Except the odds are growing
These lonely times will strike me twice
The screams of 1,000 voices
Are whispers inside my head
The echoes of self defense
So how many times will it take
To cover up the past mistakes
And hide behind a crying you face of shame
And how many nights will I hide
and blink under the blackened skies
I've cursed out so many times
Its biting
when the cold wind blows through weathered eyes
and blistered skin
it's quiet now
it's like the calm before the raging violence of the storm begins