Where do little birds go, when the storm rages on?
do they fly with the wind, follow it’s song til it’s gone?
so small and so light, do they lose their flight
with forces greater than they
When the storm rages on

I’m a little bird too, whenn the storm rages on
bending my will as it blows, staying too long
driving me deeper, in to the woods
testing my strength and resolve
when the storm rages on

I am a mighty gale to, when the storm rages on
with a furious glory, my kiss turns everything round
beating my rhythm, against my walls
my calm lies in wait for the dawn

when the storm rages on
when the storm rages on
and on