End of the storm

I see the river's been dry for ages
I see the books stored on the shelf
No-one's ever seen their pages
No-one ever lost themselves.

I see the flames,
can't touch the fire.
I heard a song never been sung.
Still I try although I'm tired
To search The Land
where we belong.

But the rivers can't run drier
There's a story to be told.

Cause when the flames are getting higher
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.

I see the boats left in the harbour,
never sailed the open sea
I see a soldier without armor,
scared of what he cannot see.

I see the roads I did not travel,
I see the life I never lived,
Still I'm trying to unravel,
I did not deserve this gift.

Though this love makes me a liar,
still His story must be told.

Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.
Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.

Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.
Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.

Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm,
Cause when the flames are getting higher,
He will guide me through the fire,
to the end of the storm.