Not in her storm...

I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain. And it is always a fight for the welcome change. When it rains it pours on this heart of mine. So, I take the storms I feel to her each time. But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain. Yet under her water her heart still doesn’t change. She can walk away from what hangs overhead. And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid. Not in her storm have I ever felt alone. Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home It’s for me that she pushes away her own pain. So, that I may find comfort in calling her name. She lives in this world for the sake of another’s heart. God, how she eases the miles when worlds apart. And she never wanders when your world falls through. Not ever in her storm would she do this to you. She has wings that I know not only I can see. Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me. It’s the way that the eyes can surely view. How her heart’s written so clearly in what an angel can do. Not in her storm is her work ever done. And even in her storm she hands me the sun When her world is dark - I always have light. And now how I hold the new color of night. She takes then she gives to an unhappy face. So that many can find an awesome place. I have been able to love her more every day. And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away. Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath. Could ever change what I hold here inside of me. Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch. To that angel out there, I love her so much. 

by Sauni