The skies filled with clouds, black is the night,
flashes streak overhead from the lightnings bright light.
A storm rushes in following the lightnings bright path,
threatening all with its presence, all feel its wraith.
It's voice roars through the dark with a deep angry sound,
then crashes below shaking the ground.
I walk in defiance with steps that look bold,
and feel the rain on my face, so wet and so cold.
If there are tears on my face, they are hidden from view,
if there are tears on my face, these tears are for who?
Black is the night and clouds fill the skies,
could the storm be in me, the rain in my eyes?
The voice that I hear, the deep angry sound,
look in me, inside me, is that where its found?
With steps that look bold I walk through the night,
and the tears fall within me hidden from sight.
If there are tears that I feel, I feel them for who?
If there are tears that I feel, do I feel them for you?
The nights filled with clouds, the sky is so black.
The wind screams through the trees like a man on the rack.
The storm rages on, needles of rain strike my skin,
the storm rages on, but it rages within.
I boldly walk on, can the truth still be found,
what is the truth that I seek as I stride cross the ground.
If there are tears on my face, tears you can't see,
if there are tears on my face, are the tears there for me?
