Tempest کے بول

These are not words, they're only feelings. There are no sounds that you can hear. There is no form that you can touch. There are no colours for you to see. The only sound is a distant thunder. A tempest rages so far away from me. I walked for miles and I started running towards the sound and storm where you might find me. And I ran until I had the feeling that the Tempest I had heard surrounded me. Here my heart still so filled with loving cried out and told of wonders that I feel. Here my heart is so filled with loving. And I tell myself, I keep repeating that your ways are bringing you to me. And I tell myself, I keep repeating that your ways are bringing you to me. And I tell myself, I keep repeating that your ways are bringing you to me, that I will find my true salvation, that these ways of mine are bringing you to me. Because here my heart so filled with loving crying out the wonders that I feel. Here I will find my true salvation and my ways are bringing you to me And I tell myself, I keep repeating that your ways are bringing you to me.