The horizon grows angry,
it growls in thunder,
enraged with lightning,
I watch you people tremble.

With each thundering boom
the fear is revealed in your eyes.
But not mine.

This world's storms
time after time again
have tried to break me,
I have always risen
stronger and wiser
than I was before.

My body has been beaten,
my soul has been bound,
where other men would have cracked
my mind kept me whole.

I persevered,
I found the strength,
relying on my faith,
my family,
and my friends,
I stayed standing
while around me stronger men fell.

So now,
with our horizon turning grey
you want to throw me to the wolves,
sacrifice me for your self-perseveration.

Just be warned that when I return
the growling thunder will be my howl
my rage will be the lightning.

And I will be leading the pack.

Joey Jones