cold thunder rolls like boulders
over thin tin rooftops
bright blinding lightning crackles down to earth
heavy metal raindrops pound on me like cast iron fists
as i run to the hills
tripping on my undone shoestrings
slipping on mossy grey stone
flashing crashes shaking me to the bone
grasping branches rip my skin as i push thru
as i run to the hills
for you
youll never know
where i go
what i do
for you
youll never understand
what kind of man
i am
for you
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