STORM

In the big storm
the rain turns all heads down
and the all mess around
whispers you are useless

In the big storm
where you can´t see beyond
where all the mess around
tells that you are useless

An imperfect world
all everybody else´s fault
where all the mess around
yells that you are useless

Is the big storm
when everything is lost
where all the mess around
shouts that you are useless

but I won´t give up

In the big storm
when everything is lost
where all the mess around
whisper you are useful