Quiet Storm

Your eyes are bruised
You're all confused
It hurts to cry
So you swallow your pride

Your body shakes
Your heart, it aches
You hear [?]
You're nowhere and hide

It's a quiet storm
It's a raging god
I recommend you make amends before my very eyes
I recommend you make amends

A madman's face
Painting years with hate
I just mind you're nothing but kind

You hid your ones
[?] twice
You speak so God to get it upon a cross

It's a quiet storm
It's a raging god
I recommend you make amends before my very eyes
I recommend you make amends
I recommend you make amends before my very eyes, eyes
I recommend you make amends