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"Shelter From the Storm", Bob Dylan, Darkness, Demons, Direction, Excorcism, Hurricane Florence, Living, Salavation
I’m channeling Bob Dylan as I’m riding out this storm,
hurricane winds around me fueling fear this early morn.
It’s not the outer tempest that fills my heart with dread,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
In a world full of madness blessed to have a cornerstone,
I’ve shelter from the storm-clouds blessed by goddess of my own.
Torrential rains cascading, lightning crashes overhead,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
So many hours I’ve wasted fearing black clouds in the sky,
denied myself real living ‘cuz of fear that I might die.
No one can live forever, need to live until we’re dead,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
Each of us is caged creature, each of us is born with wings,
question each of us must ask what prevents us from soaring?
Fear I’ve clipped my own feathers, it’s past time from cage I’ve fled,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
I’ve never met an angel, but I’ve met folks who are close,
each and every one of them of beauty around them spoke.
My eyes see naught but nightshade, deadlines my common thread,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
Each day’s a new beginning, night’s always dispelled by dawn,
too long I’ve sat in darkness, too long I’ve played part of pawn.
I’ve royal queen beside me, chess piece I was blessed to wed,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.
Lightning cracks and thunder strikes in my world turned upside down
need to get my head in clouds but plant feet on solid ground.
Know direction I must take, exorcism must be led,
long to embrace world’s beauty; dispel demons in my head.