The air felt heavy and grey
Speckled lights awaiting a thunderous shout
I counted
Eight it be

Only I could compare such a beautiful place
To the dires of home
Ants of the people pushing and irking my distane
The sound continues

I wanted to go back
I'd been spoilt elsewhere
Shadows of another place
Pulling my mind
Itching my soul

Yet here I lay
Rain so loud
Heart all lost
Oh lakes what have you done
The mountains have spoken