There is rumbling in the sky.
There is rumbling on the ground.
One day there was a blue sky,
And the next a foggy, gray cloud.
She left out of hate, out of pride
Trying to break down her mother who fiercly cried.
He knows what is happening,
For a sprout, he has an old soul.
The soul of a dancing woman;
Who now cries as she looks to see
What her family has become.
And hopes that her love filled tears
Cleans all the hate away.