- Believing in the impossible may be delusional, but sometimes it's delusions that lead us to create extraordinary realities.

In the silence of the storm,
Where the wild winds twist and form,
Through the shadows sharp and deep,
Where the restless spirits sleep.

In the lightning’s sudden glare,
Truth is naked, laid bare,
And in the thunder’s rolling song,
Echoes hum of right and wrong.

When the rain begins to fall,
Washing sins away from all,
Hopes once buried rise anew,
In the darkened sky’s cold blue.

But the storm, it will not cease,
Not without its taste of peace,
And within its heart so black,
Lies a path that calls us back.

Through the tempest, through the fight,
We will stumble toward the light,
For no storm can last the day,
When the dawn comes out to play.