Stuck in the middle of a raging storm
Wishing that you weren’t too late to be warned
Because I’m still hurt, still aching and torn
And still in the middle of your raging storm
It’s been some weeks since you withered away
And we brought home your ashes today
I looked hard, I looked deep, and strained
But it’s a paradox…nothing remains
Stuck in the middle of a raging storm
Trying to understand why this all strayed from the norm
I’m still hurt, still aching and torn
Still in the middle of a raging storm
I remember being young, and hearing that tune
It was one you forced me to listen through
We’re all dust in the wind, was its view
I didn’t realize, that someday, it would be you
Stuck in the middle of a raging storm
Can’t wrap my mind around what’s all been transformed
I’m still hurt, still aching and torn,
Still in the middle of a raging storm
I’ve got respect for this disease that can’t lose
And I respect what it did to you
All your dreams, those things you could do
Stuffed in a bag, on a shelf in a room
Stuck in the middle of a raging storm
Still so surprised your life got so shorn
I’m still hurt, aching and torn
Cause I’m still in the middle of the
Raging storm