Even when we are tossed away,
As after struck by lightning,lies only pain,
We never cease to wonder,wonder in vain,
How can lightning fall without a drop of rain.
Soon after,the sky cries with water in its wound,
Flooding yet cleansing,with clouds eager to show.
This view,only but a coin in nature's purse,
As we are all,nothing but spares in a greater plan.
The rain stops and the clouds retreat,
Thus I abbandon my shelter,standing on bare feet.
It's quiet,but the view is deceiving,
As with a thunderclap,I...
See my final light.