First Year in the Storm

Verse 1
Back in the halls where decisions are made,
The air feels heavy, the rules get swayed.
Old debates in a brand-new flame,
Different voices, same old game.
Every move sends ripples wide,
Like shifting tides on a restless ride.
Chorus
It feels like chaos in the morning light,
Different visions pulling left and right.
Power shifting like wind and rain,
Trying to build from the noise and strain.
A nation caught in a turning tide,
With no easy place to hide.
Verse 2
Policies rise, then fall again,
Arguments echo through every lane.
Some see progress, some see decline,
Reading the same world, different lines.
And every headline adds to the pace,
Of a system trying to find its place.
Chorus
It feels like chaos in the morning light,
Different visions pulling left and right.
Power shifting like wind and rain,
Trying to build from the noise and strain.
A nation caught in a turning tide,
With no easy place to hide.
Verse 3
But in the noise there’s still a thread,
Of people hoping what comes ahead,
Can turn the struggle into ground,
Where something steady can be found.
Because even storms don’t last forever long,
They change the sky, then move along.
Chorus
It feels like chaos in the morning light,
Different visions pulling left and right.
Power shifting like wind and rain,
Trying to build from the noise and strain.
A nation caught in a turning tide,
With no easy place to hide.

Classic Rock, Metal, Indie Pop, Indie Rock, Pop