in the dark of the night i heard the thunder
i saw an empty alley filled with smoke
i felt the rough bricks of an un-built wall
as i searched for a leader to call king
the one who would rule with his golden soul
the kingdom from the castle to the stream

as i looked into the babbling stream
once again i heard the rolling thunder
shaking the foundations of my own soul
as i watched my world fill up with the smoke
the desolate legacy of my king
i built my self a protector; a wall

from the new found safety behind my wall
i listened to the warble of the stream
drowning out the voice of my once hailed king
a boom resonating like the thunder
i once had heard, dispersing the smoke
to reveal the treasure held in his soul

i saw the glistering gold of his soul
Through the gaps in the bricks which built my wall
down the alley i could see no more smoke
but i could see no more fish in the stream
and i could no longer hear the thunder
as i saw my world, taken, by the king

with a menacing smile the ruthless king
laughed as he stood, without his golden soul
ruler of my world, king of the thunder
his armies approached, to take down my wall
The bricks falling, flying into the stream
as once more, my world darkened with the smoke

now thicker, halting my breath i saw smoke
through it i saw the shadow of the king
roaring, laughing as the dust filled the stream
i reached out before me to take the soul
the glistering gold from the ruined wall
and i felt myself fall to the thunder