When the storm comes, my compass always points to...

My little secret cave.

The only place I can ever be safe. The place I miss with my whole heart because the storm is loud and I can't get through the wind.

When the storm leaves, my compass always points to...

the sunlight outside my little secret cave.

So I crawl out, catch butterflies, and count my smiles. The only place I can feel joy. But Is It that Earth hates me?

Why does the storm come when I'm singing with the flowers and dancing in the rain?

then My compass points to...

My little secret cave. Yea, the only place I can feel safe. It has me changing my opinion on what I love, like when it's winter and summer comes. Or vice versa.

I can never see the stars, I can never sleep on the side of a night light.

I can only hope that something out there is protecting my good soul. My compass, my best friend, The protection of my flesh.