It was nothing but the wind
leaves rustling in the breeze
It was the smell of rain
that only brought a flood of drought
It was a momentary loss of reason
that spoke the true meaning of life
It was the bullet that killed a dream
that bleed into a river of infinite love
It was the death of lighting
and the silence of thunder
That brought decay to the wind
and stole the leaves from the tree
And it never rained in the moment
life lost all meaning
As the bullet came back
and murdered the river
Leaving the bed empty and dry
Forked and splintered
Lightning shaped scar
Left on your heart
Still beating
Still fierce
Broken
But better and stronger
Still a beautiful force