

Prompt / Lyrics
I see the storm beyond the door, sitting in silence watching the violence. Amused by the storm, not getting warm. Looking around seeing the ground, all dark and scary. Making me weary. The lightning strikes, the static bites. Rain pouring down soaking everything around. There’s no escape from the storm that takes shape. I see the storm beyond my door.
Tags
pop, rock
0:49
No
2/10/2026