I heard this thunder inside of me
I heard this thunder a mile away from me
I always remember such a thunder when im on the phone
Its a roaring sound of my brother upon his wonderious throne.
Now the day has passed I will not hear him roar up n down the street
In his proud poession he drives
Now I still believe i always hear this thunder upon me
Coming from behind or in front of me
How do I miss hearing it rip up and down the street.
This loud thunder we hear thats coming from my brothers feet.
I've spent hours wondering when he will come.
Yet shall we ever see him or hear the roar of his car again.
This is the thunder thats inside of me.
It has me torn up inside, with alot of anger and pain
When shall this thunder take me home.
I count the days I will arrive into the heavens up above me.
For now when shall this thunder rest inside of me.
My brother you are loved your thunder will once be heard again.
Yet no answer have came to us why this thunder silenced.
You are the thunder Chris You are a brother and always my best friend
We shall miss the thunder we shall miss you.
We will never forget what you gave us and we shall never forget your life.
Let you live upon your thunder in the heavens above
Wait for us to come ride with you in the glorious thunder you choose to be.
Written April 30th 2006
©Jeffrey S.
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