Tobin Sprout Cleansing From The Storm
I count to three
And walked away
Carry a big stick
Along the way... then
I felt the rain as it
Pour from the sky
Wash away my anger
Take the sadness from my eyes
It's a small world
With big insides
And I'm burried beneath the soot
I count to three
And stare deeply into
The space I'd like to be
And then
I felt the rain
As it poured from the skies
And it washed away my anger
Took the sadness from my eyes
And now I'm stripped awake
With this wet, worn and torn
But I can see the light in shadows
With a cleansing from the storm
I felt the rain
As it poured from the skies
And it washed away my anger
Took the sadness from my eyes
And now I'm stirred awake
But I can see the light in shadows
With a cleansing from the storm