Lightning flashes, thunder cackles loudly,
A mysterious voice hidden at night,
Showing malice by electricity,
And lighting up the whole sky with dark light.
The clouds crying icy teardrops of rain,
And wind blowing gales of mighty fury;
It's a lost soul locked behind bars of pain,
Screaming, thrashing, begging to be set free.
As the storm passes, he leaves the sky, too,
Leaving a long, dew-struck path in his wake.
Thunder claps, drags his chains, feeling a fool.
The lost soul leaves, looking again for bliss,
From a town it probably won't ever miss.