As violent as the storm tends to be
It's colors paint in memory
As I stood there in disbelieve
Her darkened clouds began to speak
Sing to make peace with who you are
And things you can't control
The wildness will remind us who to be
Sing what you don't have to speak
Am I in reasonably sound hands
Am I in reasonably sound hands
Turn a nightmare into a dream
Grief into a masterpiece
Turn resentment into belief
Risk into a safety
Am I in reasonably sound hands
Am I in reasonably sound hands