I was invited to come inside
– a safe place to reside.
But I turned my face
– outside in the storm is my place.
When the sun and the clouds collide
I feel the most alive.
Even wondering if I will survive,
In the storm is where I reside.
They beckoned me out of the wind
– a warm fire and a friend.
My wild heart stood strong,
In the storm is where I belong.
I was born with dreams.
And I traded them for wings
To ride the storm wind.
To rise and find me again.
Carrie
