Shelter from the Storm
Shelter from the Storm: A Tale of Redemption and Resilience
Lyrics
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
'Twas a challenging past, marked by hard work and struggle
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
A time when darkness was considered virtuous, and the journey was difficult
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Arriving from a desolate place, shapeless and undefined
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
A welcoming offer of refuge from life's storms
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
A promise to return, ensuring commitment and dedication
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
Determined to do one's best in a harsh world
In a world of steel eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
In a world of danger and coldness, a call for sanctuary
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Reiteration of the offer to provide shelter from life's challenges
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Silent communication, minimal risk, unresolved issues
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Past experiences with lingering uncertainties
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Imagining a safe and warm haven
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Continued invitation to find refuge
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Exhausted and battered, seeking solace
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Harshly affected, facing challenges in the journey
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Pursued like prey, damaged in the struggle
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Offering shelter from the storm's ravages
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
A sudden encounter with a comforting presence
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
A description of a serene and adorned figure
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
An elegant gesture, relieving suffering
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Repeating the invitation to find refuge
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
A metaphorical barrier, a loss in the connection
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed
Misunderstandings and crossed signals leading to a separation
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn
Reflecting on the beginning, acknowledging a forgotten past
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Renewing the offer of shelter despite the distance
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
Describing figures of authority, emphasizing the insignificance of worldly matters
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Emphasizing the importance of inevitable fate
And the one eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Highlighting the futile nature of certain actions
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Reiterating the invitation to find shelter from life's storms
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
Observing the extremes of life, from the cries of babies to the loneliness of the elderly
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Expressing the harsh realities faced by the vulnerable
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
Responding to a question about hopelessness with an invitation to find solace
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Reiterating the offer of refuge from life's storms
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
Depicting a scenario where personal belongings are at stake
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose
Negotiating for salvation but receiving a destructive outcome
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn
Sacrificing innocence and facing scorn in return
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Inviting to seek shelter despite past hardships
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Living in a foreign land, expressing a desire to overcome challenges
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
Acknowledging the delicate balance of beauty and danger
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
A wish to revisit a time when purity and divine connections existed
"Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm"
Repeating the offer of shelter, emphasizing its enduring nature
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