When the Storm Comes Down - Paradigma

Behold, the sky is falling down

As twilight descends

Shattered rays still filter through

As the veil of darkness unfolds

In rapture I see all grace is gone

Embraced, all light now sleeps

The fall has come

This time is my home

At this time of year

All my anguish is gone

…with the sun…

The wind wipes out all grace

Rejoice as the storm comes down

Behold the man upon the hill

Lonely he’s awaiting

Sorrow is his only friend

Only he knows why

As wind has wiped out all grace

Raptured I am as the storm is taking me

Home

The wind has carried me

Back to my realm