Intrigued by your beacon of light

At that moment I was at peace in the center

I was the eye of the storm 

Intrigued by your beacon of light

The voyage to the lighthouse was treacherous

Deep in the sea of chaos that haloed me

Ambushed by all of your strife

Only to discover that you weren’t my haven

The calm after the storm made me see

You were the downpour from the beginning

I started to understand why storms were named after people.

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