The Gathering Storm

Verse
The gathering storm, it whispers through the trees,
A harbinger of change, carried on the breeze,
With every gust of wind, there's a tale untold,
Not every change is gold, not every heart consoled.

Chorus
The winds of change, they howl and roar,
Breaking down the old, what’s left to restore?
Not every turn leads to brighter days,
In the gathering storm, we're all just strays.

Verse
The wise old man, he sits and shakes his head,
He’s seen the tides of time, he knows what's ahead,
For every door that opens, another slams shut,
In the rush of progress, some dreams are cut.

Chorus
The winds of change, they howl and roar,
Breaking down the old, what’s left to restore?
Not every turn leads to brighter days,
In the gathering storm, we're all just strays.

Bridge
People dance in the rain, unaware of the flood,
The ground beneath them, turning into mud,
Not all that glitters, is the dawn's first light,
Sometimes the dark lingers, well into the night.

Verse
The children of tomorrow, they bear the load,
Of decisions made, on this winding road,
In the pursuit of better, we often forget,
The shadows of change, bring their own regret.

Chorus
The winds of change, they howl and roar,
Breaking down the old, what’s left to restore?
Not every turn leads to brighter days,
In the gathering storm, we're all just strays.

Outro
So heed the warnings, in the tempest's cry,
Not every answer falls from the sky,
In the gathering storm, find your way,
For the winds of change, are here to stay.