Third Storm, King Lear
Dawn Landes
Contending with the elements
That blow the earth into the sea
Or swell the curl’ed water now
And flood the land for all to cease
OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH
A mood to match the weather now
I strike at lightning, spit at rain
Bellow an echo to the storm
I’ll die before you win again
OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH
In my hour of darkness here , I see a burning sky
Let the fire of Hades come for me, stare me in the eye
In my hour of darkness, I Rise
Facing the great white helplessness inside
Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise! Rise!
OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH
Tearing at my whitened hair
Ripped by the wind with blinding rage
Caught in the fury of it’s blast
As I out-roar the wind and rain
