A battle is fought underneath my skin,
I can feel the storm building within,
Clouds whirl round above my head,
The winds shriek of a friendship, dead.
The grasses bend below the storm,
The lightning hits, the fires form,
They burn out love, ignite the pain,
The thunder booms 'You are to blame'

Ground now cracks, as plates collide,
Chasms open, there's nowhere to hide,
Volcanos spew and seethe with hate,
The lava burns the life away.
The land cries out; It slowly dies,
The outcome of your tainted lies,
Yet still the wind blows over death,
And declares my shame, in its last breath...

The trees bow down in quiet pain,
They're waiting now, to die in flame...

Until...

The rain comes down and soothes the sore...
But the world still laughs...

...Just like before...