Sittin’ on the front porch swing, watchin’ storms roll by.
Is this how the Angels sing, or is this how they cry?
Wonder what’s in store for me, and my battered soul?
Will I ever find my way, down this winding road?
Let the rain fall down on me, and wash away my pain, and misery.
Let it wash deep down inside, all the things I try to hide, for all to see.

Lookin’ how my life has gone, I ask my self why.
It feels like I got here, through the needles eye.
Wonder what might have been, I can only sigh.
Remembering I’m just a man, all I can do is try.
What will be on judgement day, with know one else to blame, what will I say?
All the things I could have done, did I help even one, I’m so ashamed.

As the wind hits my face, my mind wanders far.
Is this God sending grace, to heal my sinful scars?
The thunder starts to roll, it shakes me deep inside.
Will it mend my broken soul, and give me back my pride?
Will the flash of lighting show, only things that I know, for all to see?
Will it take away my pain, even though I am to blame, for my misery?

Sittin’ on the front porch swing, watchin’ storms roll by.
Is this how the Angels sing, or is this how they cry?

© 2008 Written by R.A. Hoeppner
Published by Max Berry Music, BMI

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