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In the trees
Small fields
Cloudy skies

A camo boy 
Destined to be a man.

In the streets
Between buildings
Bright grey sky's 

A suburban girl
Destined to escape.

Looking up they see the same 
sun.
Looking up they see the same 
moon.

Looking out tho it's a different 
view.
The boy sees a country
The girl sees a city population.

Day by day the boy goes out
Through the trees
Hunting in the fields 
Fishing in the lakes
Shooting at targets.

Working his way to be a man.

Always thinking about what 
he's missing.

Day by day the girl goes out
Through houses
Dodging speeding cars
Working day to night
Living life on repeat.

Trying so hard to break free.

Always thinking about what 
she's missing.

The closer he gets to being a 
man
Adventures he'll take
Visit new places
Go out of the country
To city's and suburbs to see 
what's there.

The closer she gets to her 
breaking point,
She takes a chance.
Going on days off to places
Out in the random country,
See a life hiding away from her.

Dark clouds start blowing in
A Tuesday afternoon.
Close in range they have 
become.

He's out fishing
She's walking on the riverside.

Not knowing, their not alone.

In comes a storm,
He starts to pack up
She tries to find her way back.

Getting in his truck
Windows wide open
Lightning strikes near by,
Amazed he sits and stares.

Running across the riverside
Lightning strikes by her side,
Not close enough to effect her
But freezes her in her place.

It wasn't just one strike or two
It was many to a few.

A show so spectacular
He couldn't help but head out 
to it.

A show so scary
She couldn't help but stay put.

Scared she'd get hit with the 
strikes nearby,
She sat there and tried so hard 
not to cry.

Four more strikes amazed his 
eyes,
Running as fast as he can
To catch the show.

But deep down,
He felt like something was 
there.

One more strike 
Catches a blind eye.
As he looks around 
She looked up.

Searching for something
For the strike was too bright,
They both kept looking
Yet saw nothing in sight.

If they saw each other it would 
of been fate.
Just one more step he'd have 
to take.

But the lightning strikes ended 
And he started to turn away
All hope seemed lost
That faithful day.

Standing up 
She caught his presence.
But with how he stood,
She knew he never saw her.

Not trying to make a scene she 
turned away.
Ready to leave they both just 
about called it a day.

Back to back the two were.
Somewhere in the middle
From country to suburb.

Between the trees
A gust of wind appears
In two directions
Hitting both their faces.

Forced to turn away from the 
wind
Finally, they see face to face.

Just one step closer he'd 
become a man
Just one step closer she'd 
finally escape.
Basically was fate.
Helping two find
What they knew was missing 
inside.
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