With this dark cloud of life rumbling,
do I allow its shadow to block out my light,
or do I make a run for the suns might?
There's a dark cloud chasing me,
so so dark if it catches me,
its hurricane of might may crush my soul,
its tornado of destruction may burst my heart,
its rains of terror may wash me away.
Storm chasers running toward its scene,
I'm running away because it's so mean.
Everytime I take a break,
I feel its nearby earth shake.
Rumble, rumble, rumble flash boom,
I don't know how long I can defeat its gloom.
As the pages of my life unfold,
running from this cloud weakens my hold.
My body gets heavier everyday,
so does my heart and soul in every way,
maybe someday I might have to pay,
but for now I'm winning the race,
and there's a bright sun shinning in my souls face.
It is my choice of duty,
to constantly search for lifes beauty,
stay miles ahead of the storm,
keeping my heart and soul from its harm,
to blisk in the sunlight,
and furiously fight.