These Storms

My dreams are filled with thunder and lightning 
Landscapes drenched with fear and noise
I want it to stop
Oh, how I want it to stop but I don’t know if it ever will

Joy cometh in the morning
Old biblical cliche supposed to bring comfort
But I want happiness in the midnight hour also
Not having to struggle in unconscious solo

These storms though they test and sway me
I don’t believe I’ll crack 
Yeah
I’m still choosing to believe that I’m quite stronger than that

Peace and calm might elude me still
Even though the noise and clamor never will 
But I know this with some certainty:
I won’t let the fear dictate how I feel