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Storms Of The Past
The past is never very far behind us
Closer than an hour away
It is the flight we try to avoid
Everyone has a secret
This is my secret
My heart is solid
Its texture hard as stone
Yet hollow in some areas
Seems to be what makes me bold
The sound of thunder
The biggest threat I know
It's a sound from my past
My past is an hour close
This flight that I am on
Reminds me of no flight before
The faint sound of a storm
Shakes me to the core
I do not trust your lightening
It makes the evenings cold
So if you have to spark again
I think it's best you go.
