It was going to be a beautiful day,
The river meandering along its way
The air was calm, the sun was bright,
The weather forecast turned out to be right
But what they don’t know is what they don’t see,
Storm clouds brewing inside of me
Thunder and lightning tearing apart,
And raging within my powerful heart
The wild, untamed beasts called fury and hate,
Are made powerless before it’s too late
As the clouds disappear, in horror they stare
And I suddenly realize
I just don’t care.
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