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In the wee hours of morn restless mind wanders,

Outside its raining and the sound of thunder.

Lightning strikes and my feet begin to move,

Feeling the rythym, capturing the tune.



And I'm dancing in the rain,

Trying to shake the pain.

Releasing this rage trapped inside,

Feeling wild in the night.



Well now I'm soaked to the bone,

Gotta make it on my own.

Trapped with nowhere to go,

Release the tears let them flow.



Tell myself, stand tall be tough

Can't falter, can't give up.

I've failed, lost my dreams,

And the storms wrath drowns my screams.