Imprisoned
This one still feels a little rough to me.
Rain beats on the wind shield.
The wipers are doing double time.
Lightning dances across the sky
To the drumroll of thunder.
Why must I sit,
Imprisoned in safety,
When I want to run with the storm,
Arms outspread,
Heart thudding with the thunder,
And feel the wet rain-kisses
On my cheek?
Rain beats on the wind shield.
The wipers are doing double time.
Lightning dances across the sky
To the drumroll of thunder.
Why must I sit,
Imprisoned in safety,
When I want to run with the storm,
Arms outspread,
Heart thudding with the thunder,
And feel the wet rain-kisses
On my cheek?
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