Her oceans were not as blue as the rage on land,
While all he could do was wail,
The thunder was just an illusion the forces were to expand,
But all of a sudden there was a momentary change!
Drops that have traveled that incessant journey,
Over golden desert sands and silver ice,
Was in an exertion of incredible strength or was it a celebration of being set free,
But did you notice you were stronger when you raised your voice...
It was not me who gave them hope,
It was not me who diminished their despair,
I didn't call my rage when I was provoked,
It just came when I was there...
The friction of flints,
That turned into fire.
That little glint,
It turned into the biggest desire...
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But all of a sudden there was a momentary change!
Drops that have traveled that incessant journey,
Over golden desert sands and silver ice,
Was in an exertion of incredible strength or was it a celebration of being set free,
But did you notice you were stronger when you raised your voice...
It was not me who gave them hope,
It was not me who diminished their despair,
I didn't call my rage when I was provoked,
It just came when I was there...
The friction of flints,
That turned into fire.
That little glint,
It turned into the biggest desire...
Picture from the net- ( twistedtextiles.com )
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