This is a strange day,
The wind is blowing,
The trees waving frantically,
Trying to warn me that,
A storm is brewing,
Coming our way…
Dark clouds rolling in,
Electricity in the air,
I could always feel it;
Hiding beneath my skin-
Right there…
My hands are so cold,
My arms tingling,
Hair rising on my arms…
The storm’s here-
Lightning cracks across the sky,
And the thunder echo’s in my chest,
I know I should go in,
But I am fighting the storm within…
The sky cracks open,
And spills down rain,
That can’t wash the stain,
Of my tears away,
Why can’t you let me be free again?
Those long lovely summer days,
I spent in my forest,
Seem like a dream,
I want to go there again,
Be free!
Not think of anything,
Let the wild sage brush against my skin,
Watch life flow in gentle blue skies…
Release me!
I need to be free!
You can’t hold me here,
A slave to your needs!
I run and run in muddied fields,
But you follow my trail,
Don’t you understand?
I don’t want to love you!
You cloud my mind with words,
I don’t want to hear!
This storm building within,
Will destroy me,
Unless you set me free!