The Storm

The Storm
Garth Brooks

She sits among the pieces
Of broken glass and photographs.
Reluctantly releases
The last of what was her past.
It struck without a warning,
Or did she just ignore the signs
In those dark clouds forming
Behind her silver lines?

The door, it slammed like thunder,
And the tears, they fell like rain,
And the warnings from her family
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotion,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She is alive,
But can she survive the storm?

A broken jewel box dancer
Lies in pieces down the hall.
She's finding out the answers
Don't change nothing at all.
It's time that she stopped searching
For who's to blame, or what went wrong.
The only thing for certain
Is he's gone, she's got to move on.

The door, it slammed like thunder,
And the tears, they fell like rain,
And the warnings from her family
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotion,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She is alive,
But can she survive the storm?

Some days just roll on by
Without a gray cloud in the sky.
She keeps telling herself,
"I will make it on my own."
And her friends,
They've all gone back to their lives
Thinking she will be all right,
As she races through the night to make it home.

The door, it slammed like thunder,
And the tears, they fell like rain,
And the warnings from her family
Whirl like a hurricane.
She's drowning in emotion,
And she cannot reach the shore.
She is alive,
But can she survive the storm?