"Private Storm"

I see the storm clouds building not very far away
Same thing happens every time, to interrupt this play
Time to board the windows, lock and bolt the door
Gather up provisions as waves attack the shore

I'm safe and sound six feet underground
Where the earth can keep me warm
As wind and rain swirl through my brain
Caught inside a private storm

The steel and concrete are cured and set in stone
Cold still creeps in here and settles in my bones
These bricks and mortar took me years to lay
How many lives it cost I couldn’t really say

I think the worst is over, and I can step outside
Seems I've lost my children and a blushing bride
Once more with feeling let the play begin
This fortress keeps out danger but won’t let love in

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