Night of the Storm

Questionable beliefs Turn into mishandled futures Long time age; being a child One that danced, twirled, and sang Played when the sun was up Slept as it fell down deep Bring up the stars who lift a room So forever it was thought There twinkling they would remain But just as the storm Steals away the sun during light Studying the plight of rain clouds As they march strong and unnerved Raucous are the sound of thunder Ghostly is the lighting streaks In the morning its not so ending Watching good to bad I'll always remember how fine The moments were before But bad to worse it is at night Now the memory of the stars are They didn't have that much To illuminate now they are completely wiped As I live older to see The night storm that changed me It was in that hour I see, so many unpleasant things Could always be worser