Stormhaven
There’s twenty different tomorrows
Depending on the path you follow
Will you choose your direction wisely?
Or squander your precious energy?
Save me from the whirlpool
It’s pulling me in
It has a message for me
I don’t want to listen
Is it escapism to smell the flowers?
Anything to feel empowered.
(Tomorrow) I will break away
(Sorrow) I will break away
(Follow) I will break away
(Hollow) I broke away
Check the boxes, chase success,
Must outrun the heaviness
I wear my hustle like a shield—
But wounds don’t heal when concealed.
Save me from the storm
It’ll make me rage
I have a message for you
We’re not on the same page.
Is it escapism to plant a tree?
Anything’s better than falling free.
(Tomorrow) I will break away
(Sorrow) I will break away
(Follow) I will break away
(Hollow) I broke away
Save me from the whirlpool
It’s pulling me in
It has a message for me
I don’t want to listen
In my garden haven
I’m not running away
I’ll bring my raven
Feelings into the day.
Just one more breath of distraction,
One more step before contraction.
Just one more breath of distraction,
One more step before contraction.
(‘Morrow)
(‘Morrow)
(‘Morrow)
(Oh)
(‘Follow)
Save me from the earthquake
The last one broke us
It gave us a message
About the fragility of trust
Is it escapism to create art?
Anything to escape my parts.
In my chosen dailies
I’m not running away
I’m listening to lilies
And all that they say.
(Sorrow) I have broke today
(Hollow) There’s too much to say
(Tomorrow) I will be okay
(Follow) I learned to stay
Checking off tasks today
There’s too much to say
Checking off tasks to numb the ache,
Masking grief with things to make.
Coming apart at the seams,
I’m choking out my dreams.
(Tomorrow)
(Tomorrow)
(‘Morrow)
(‘Morrow)
(‘Morrow)
(‘Morrow)
(Follow)
It’s far harder than it sounds
To keep the vow to my heart
Outside there’s buds and blossoms,
Inside I’m falling apart
Save us from the tyrant rule
That condemns our whirlpools
Storms give us messages
That to ignore makes us fools
It’s not escapism to unfold
Anything that makes us whole.
There’s twenty different tomorrows
Depending on the path you follow
Will you choose your direction wisely?
Or squander your precious energy?
(Tomorrow) Your storms tell a story,
(Follow) It’s your sacred design.
(Sorrow) Our storms tell a story
(Follow) Will you listen to mine?
In my garden haven
I’m not running away
I’ll bring my raven
Feelings into the day.
It’s not escapism to unfold
Anything that makes us whole.
— Raederle Phoenix
May 28th 2025