Is it the calm before the storm, she wondered,
Or the silence after its destruction?
Opening her eyes, she found the world still shattering.
Is it the calm before the storm, she wondered,
Or the silence after its destruction?
Opening her eyes, she found the world still shattering.
Photo by Anders Jildén
The storm kept howling into the night
And I kept thinking of the sun.
After everything, I still hope.