Stormbringer
I’ll scream for the storm and pray for the flood,
Thunder scared me always but lightning paired with rain will never strike the same
Only the fields are my barrier as i run through my grief
I no longer seek the numbness and pain
I hate dancing but i’ll twirl in the rain, I feel i can fly
Laying with spirits, it’s me, myself and I,
Can’t feel the tears trickling my cheeks
But the pain disguised as happiness is what it’s destined to be
Bring forth the storm, my palms clap with the thunder
A synchronised taboo neither matter, orever mattered
So i’ll hold hands with the sorry breeze like a blunder
I’ll have the lightning in my hair like a ribbon bright enough to blind the sighted and sharp enough to have glass shattered
I’ll bow for an encore from the petals and plants surrounding by
The meadow be my stage: the stage ready to perform
I’ll whisper my sorry name and why?
My very concealment brings forth a storm
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