Books burn and stories will fade
The strength in our arms can’t find against change
the wind’s tide keeps rumbling on.
Look hard at the thunderous clouds there’s a freedom inside whispering out.
Calling you, calling you home
Saying, ‘Oh time will pass and reduce to ash your bones.’
In a lightning flash what fills the gap? Of when it hits and when you know?
Facts hold your feet to the ground, mind wanders off chasing the sound of the storm cloud that whispered of home.
From in between the truth and what we see the thunder calls out what we choose to believe
Echoing the size of our world.
Oh time will pass and reduce to ash our bones.
In a lightning flash, what fills the gap?
Of what is real and what we know?