Thanks, Scott. It's funny that you called it a "storm" because that was actually the theme of a couple of my previous threads. A storm it has been, and a storm it will be.
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
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The dogs on Main Street howl `cause they understand If I could take one moment into my hands Mister I ain't a boy, no I'm a man And I believe in a promised land
