The beginning of the storm
Is a rumbling sky
And an agonized cry
With the sparkle here and there of falling tears
The shimmer and the sparkle of
A thousand falling tears
And through them I'll run
Glancing back at sweeter years

The center of the storm
Is a vengeful soul
And the thunder's roll
And it grips the nighttime sky and echo-pounds
Skips across and tightly grips
The nighttime sky and echo-pounds
And fiercely I'll scream
Striking back at wicked sounds

But at the end of the storm
With a lightning flash
And a bleeding gash
They'll put me under consecrated ground
Put this desecrated body
Under consecrated ground
And down I will go
Never uttering a sound

03/29/2002

Posted on 03/29/2002
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