We choose our path never knowing right or wrong

Ribbons get tangled within the storm

Just like the widow was weaving her web

The spinner’s wheel holds tight to the thread

Blackmore’s Night

Riding the storm out

Lady beside me

She’s there to guide me…

Well, the wind outside is frightening

But it’s kinder…

It’s a hard life to live, but it gives back what you give

Reo Speedwagon – Riding the storm out

… as the storm begins to rise.

Someone got Columbine angry… better runaway quickly ’cause is as they says “hell can have no fury like the rising of the storm”.