The thunder in the distance,
Finds the path of least resistance.
To pound upon the drums within my ears.
When lightening bolts ignite.
Intensity of the light,
Cause my eyes to respond with painful tears.
The smell of the pouring rain,
Fills my heart with searing pain.
From memories of the childhood that I knew.
The rush of wind against my skin,
Frees feelings, I've been holding in.
But this storm can't help me see just what to do.
Reb
Finds the path of least resistance.
To pound upon the drums within my ears.
When lightening bolts ignite.
Intensity of the light,
Cause my eyes to respond with painful tears.
The smell of the pouring rain,
Fills my heart with searing pain.
From memories of the childhood that I knew.
The rush of wind against my skin,
Frees feelings, I've been holding in.
But this storm can't help me see just what to do.
Reb
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