They told me that life was a hurricane and everyone was trying to reach the eye. They stumbled and swayed and got knocked off along the way but not you.
Not you and those eyes of yours
That soul in the redness of the sun.
You walked through the wind and the rain and you kept walking till the dawn embraced you in the eye of the storm.
But little did you know
That there, in the centre of the storm
The storm who’s name dwindled down to life
You were alone all this time.