Where were the birds last night? Not great but fine, that is where I am Darkest clouds of the storm have passed The stabbing winds still distort the sound Some light can be seen in the distance but Rain pierces the skin on contact The skin on contact The sky is black and gray and spewing The piercing blades they've lost their edge And the sun will soon Look down upon what's left of me I survived the night Picking up the pieces Of my broken mind Here's one more It seems that it had got expelled A mile away from the raging storm Tornado vanished overnight Leaving behind misery and destruction The sky is black and gray and spewing The piercing blades they've lost their edge And the sun will soon Look down upon what's left of me And as I gaze into the sky, eternal The dark was light, the hope was gone I have returned from the abyss Took one step back, to prove them wrong Birds chirp where were they last night Disappeared, nowhere in sight And soon the sun will look down Upon whats left of me