A storm is brewing...
I can feel the sudden chills.
The winds are picking up speed,
The rains have started pouring.
Down from the darkened clouds, they fall,
Onto these shoulders of mine.
I can see the signs...
I must heed the warning.
We have choices to make.
Either get out of the open
Or prepare to stand the consequences.
My choices I have already made.
I'm gonna weather this storm.
I'm prepared to stand right where I am
And take on the world by the hand.