She wakes to a thunderstorm
Maybe the rain is lethal
Bringing back old memories
Love isn’t always equal
Deafening thunder rolls on
Sounds just like a beating heart
A blinding blade of lightning
Slices the morning apart
Maybe the dawn is warning
Is screaming out in pain
All of the life, all of the tears,
All of the love, all in vain,
Every glass teardrop
Every feeling or emotion
The only one she needed
Laughed at her devotion
Just like a star, always needing the night
You know an angel needs the sky
Strong as steel, a raging lion
Carry on, carry on, regardless if you’re crying
Maybe this love is dangerous
And there’s nothing to compare
To a heart full of love
For a dream that isn’t there
The morning moves on
The hands of time always move
Towards another hour
Towards the crest of noon
Hearing only thunder
Beckon the blinded rage
You can always cry to a different tune
The storm, the tempest, will rage through the day
Maybe she’s a fool for loving him this way
Love seems to have the habit of always flying away
Picking the right moment, drifting into yesterday
No room for freedom in this crowded air
Never thought she’d leave him
Or the dream that wasn’t there.
This work is in Girl in the Trees.
