Thunderstorm

I was born during a thunderstorm
I guess that explains why
Why I could never sit and stay
And I can never stop running away.

I was born during a thunderstorm
And I can hear it call my name
The howling wind, the pouring rain
Always asked me to run away.

I was born during a thunderstorm
Now I can hear it in my mind
As though the thunder never left me
And it rages on inside.

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