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so lull me to sleep , thunderstorm
you ingite the velvet sky with crimson fire
so free of verse so free of form
of your unpredictiability i never do tire
my hopes lay drenched on the ground
beaten and battered, but no not yet shattered
stirring to the alarm clock thunderstorm sound
before this nothing really mattered
but did it ever?
because all is doomed to grow old
wither and fade just as this storm will soon die
into a bright shining day or so we're all told
but you know thats just a forsaken lie
we made in our minds
to weather the weather with high hopes for the 'morrow
oh you know the rain beats hardest when the storm is near its death
the thunder is misunderstood moans of sorrow
the sky screams as it takes its final breath
All hope it seems hopeless
but still i wait for the morn