Thunder Calls
I heard the thunder outside my window last night
Each bolt a blinding sight
The glass slid easily, the pane stood bare
On the sill I balanced there
The roof refused to hold me still
And with the next gust of wind I took a spill
As I fell I felt the rain
Slick and sharp, a bed of pain
And still the clouded sky shone bright and clear
Each strike, easing the fear
Laying there I heard the call
And that sweet sound was worth the fall
Water, lightning, wind, and pain
A fall created by the insane
Even so, I welcome the madness
Just to savor the thunder's sweet sadness
I wound my fingers through my hair
My bones a rubble, my skin a tear
Lost and cold, but we're all liars here
Where is the truth, in love or lust or pain or fear?
The fall was freedom, the fall was grace
But back on the ground I found my cage
The room is clear, the room is blinding
Locked in white, a storm in hiding
The thunder called and I came
Falling and flying into the rain
They think me crazy, they fancy me insane
For finding truth under an old window pane
They said one day, two days, maybe more
What do you think, they asked, you're in here for?
For wanting and tasting and lusting for freedom, I thought
But how can I tell my captors that?
So, I smile and say: for a want of better balance, and grace
There's a chuckle and a smile, a deceptive face
A lie true and clear: the oath they'd sworn
I wish to rise, I wish to rebel; but my bones are shattered and my skin is torn