I walked toward the storm, never to fear. The lightning strike is warm. It's light makes the sky so clear. Why should I search for a day, that's come and gone? A dream somehow forgot? Still they keep screaming on and on. In a fool's web they're caught.
For what is a life without a storm? A tranquil day of bliss? Or does a shell form? To hide the things you've missed. Blinded by the circumstance, you thought you controlled. You got caught up in the dance. Now time takes it's toll. They say there are winners and losers in this game. But somehow, in the end. They all look the same.
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