Tempest Heart by Jake Holland

Once gentle, soft and kind,

A peaceful soul confined,

Now a tempest, raging free,

A storm inside of me.

I was the calm before the storm,

A whisper in the dawn,

But echoes of the battles fought,

Turned my velvet into stone.

Facing shadows in my mind,

Every night, seeking signs,

Salvation just a whispered plea,

Drowning in the agony.

From zero to a hundred, can't go back,

Burning bridges, on the edge, I crack,

Fear the salvation, fear the end,

Holding on for those I defend.

Once tenderness was my gift,

Now rage takes swift shift,

Contemplating death's embrace,

Struggling just to stay in place.

Haunted by what I might lose,

In my heart, the winter's blues,

Trying to hold the light inside,

While the darkness fights to hide.

From zero to a hundred, can't go back,

Burning bridges, on the edge, I crack,

Fear the salvation, fear the end,

Holding on for those I defend.

Is this salvation just a myth?

Or a curse in disguise?

Seeking heaven, fearing hell,

Caught between the lows and highs.

Yet I stay, for love's sweet grace,

In this tumult, I find my place,

A broken soul, striving free,

Hope remains inside of me.