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The quiet beauty of a lightning strike Three second warning Before the ground shakes It's when the monster wakes Don't stare into its eye It beholds a soul Too old To play in the green grass Or to swoon to the sounds of brass On a summer night after the rain Storms too big for teacups Clinched fists Strike like lightning Love can leave a stain Another day of thunder and pain You built a tree house on top of your forest Littered with splinters but still a home Had I'd known Storms make treetops sway I would have stayed away Waited for the sun the clear the way For my great escape I would ride the lightning Follow forgotten tracks to jump my train Take shelter from your tempered tempest Rolling thunder and driving pain I lie waiting for the calm before the storm I wonder if it will ever come
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
Thunder and pain
The quiet beauty of a lightning strike Three second warning Before the ground shakes It's when the monster wakes Don't stare into its eye It beholds a soul Too old To play in the green grass Or to swoon to the sounds of brass On a summer night after the rain Storms too big for teacups Clinched fists Strike like lightning Love can leave a stain Another day of thunder and pain You built a tree house on top of your forest Littered with splinters but still a home Had I'd known Storms make treetops sway I would have stayed away Waited for the sun the clear the way For my great escape I would ride the lightning Follow forgotten tracks to jump my train Take shelter from your tempered tempest Rolling thunder and driving pain I lie waiting for the calm before the storm I wonder if it will ever come
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RCY
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
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