In the eye of the storm it's always so calm,
The thunder's so loud it sounds just like a bomb.
The raindrops fall, cold on my skin,
It's sure nice to know that only you can let it in.
As if time freezes for a moment, you can see so far,
Becoming easier to forget, just exactly where you are.
The sky, once so blue, has turned suddenly gray,
Wind whipping away the tiny light of the day.
All over so fast, the clouds finally clear,
A rainbow turns up, shimmering bright - seemingly near.
Though wish you may and wish you might,
You can never win every fight.
But hope for better seems to have the best luck,
For the lightning was brightest wherever it struck.
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