Hurricane by: Mike White Cloudwalker Music

Mama said, “Don’t touch the fire,

Don’t reach for the flame, you’ll only get burned.”

But we grow up, and we keep on trying,

Walking through lessons we never learn.

My mind’s a hurricane of sounds and words,

Wrapped so tight, I can’t be heard.

I see like a ghost, I stand right here,

But no one listens, no one hears.

We burn ourselves on the same old pain,

Blind to the truth though it looks so plain.

The world keeps spinning, we lose our way,

Chasing the night while we hide from day.

Mike White Cloudwalker said oh yeah come on

My mind’s a hurricane of sounds and words,

Wrapped so tight, I can’t be heard.

I see like a ghost, I stand right here,

But no one listens, no one hears.

I reach for silence, I reach for peace,

A voice inside just won’t release.

Can you see me, can you feel,

The ghost that’s real, the pain that’s real?

Mike White Cloudwalker Hey sometimes

We have to stand like a piece of wood this year is everything sees everything who knows might know everything so we have to stand like that tree and let people just cast their illusions everywhere except penetrating it around you that's the hurricane in you that blows it away love that don't you Mike White Cloudwalker rolling around like a hurricane hurricane blowing an an na oh yes they are castaways just like the winds blew them away Nana Nana nawalk with me nana na talk with me oh yeah look in the mirror the truth stands before you when you see yourself release that old and accept the new and you Nana

Mike White Cloudwalker said oh yeah come on

My mind’s a hurricane of sounds and words,

Wrapped so tight, I can’t be heard.

I see like a ghost, I stand right here,

But no one listens, no one hears.