Lonely storm clouds in a cold sky, My sorrow blown by a restless wind, Through the tree tops it howls, My screams of anguish, a haunting cry. Upon a track a train raced by, It's breaks screeching to save a careless child, That child is my fears, Running to clutch its tears. In my eyes the tears burn, In memory of my failures, For they are the cause of the lonely cloud, and my beating heart, a bells distant shrill. Upon the wind my coursing blood shouts, My name in hope and prayer, Calling to a distant love, Who hides from the raging storm. There is hope within the thunder, Her face alone holds splendid wonder, Eyes so clear they offer shelter, Mirrored there I see golden splendor. With blazing glory along the horizon, I see a crown of shining surrender, Emotions whipped up within the storm, My defiant refusal gives existance to a hope, The indulgent expectation I can never see.