The good and bad in me

Verse

I heard a gentle tapping on the windowpane.

It had just begun to rain.

I saw the lighting and heard the thunder rumble.

More than the weather had changed.

Pre chorus

My view of the world was distorted.

I was busy waging a war.

There’d be no peaceful resolution.

Only the echoes of the storm.

Chorus

I was inside looking out.

I was torn in between

What’s real and what is a dream.

The good and bad in me.

Verse

The wind whistled thru the trees, like a howling wolf.

Branches scratched upon the roof.

It was the call of the wild for this wayward child.

A man in search of the truth.

Pre chorus

My view of the world is distorted.

I was busy waging a war.

There’d be no peaceful resolution.

Only the echoes of the storm.

Chorus

I was inside looking out.

I was torn in between

What’s real and what’s a dream.

The good and bad in me.

Bridge

Shrouded by clouds of depression.

My spirit longed to fly.  

the ebb and flow of my conscience

 slave to the changing tides.

Verse

I heard a gentle tapping on the windowpane.

It had just begun to rain.

I saw the lighting and heard the thunder rumble.

More than the weather had changed.

Pre chorus

My view of the world was distorted.

I was busy waging a war.

There’d be no peaceful resolution.

Only the echoes of the storm.

Chorus

I was inside looking out.

I was torn in between

What’s real and what is a dream.

The good and bad in me.