Dont walk alone in the midst of your storm Think fast hold hands or maybe even lock arms. And during the heavy downpour cleave to each other Consider yesterday strangers as your long lost brothers. And cover anyone that cowers before you Regardless of how badly they want to tower for you. They are competely powerless without your hands. Protect them from the rain; And as the raindrops fall They will never understand. Why only in the presence of a storm You are considered a friend. So if it takes mud pies and grey skies For these broken bonds to mend Selfishly speaking I hope the rain never ends.