A thousand storms
Helm of awe
A thousand storms have rained upon me
A mere single tear of pain and glory
For a life that has chosen to live
To live that chosen life
A thousand storms have rained in glory
A thousand voices I have heard
We are the heathens
We will never be the mass
And never a herd.
A mere single tear of pain and glory
For a life that has chosen to live
To live that chosen life
A thousand storms have rained in glory
A thousand voices I have heard
We are the heathens
We will never be the mass
And never a herd.
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