The storm is strong
The storm is long
The crowd is wild
The temperature mild.
The river is gushing past the rocks
Thunder grew wider as the night went on
The trees were leaning side to side
Do you think I would’ve died?
The years passed by and the crowd started to cry
It’s a war begins am I going to die?
The waves crash by and the birds fly away
It’s a stormy day.
Midnight says hello just a few more hours to go
My day begins in darkness
Travelling through the coldness being hungry all the way
Dust and dirt