I am born of thunder storm
The flash, the crack, the rumble
I, the rain that bathes and lathes the ærth
Both Soul and Stone I crumble
Find me in Mother’s nursery rhyme
And Father’s battle song
Find me where you never thought to look
Where you knew I’d be all along
I laugh at the sight of baby’s tear
And cry at the old man’s smile
I am the fear of the unknown path
That makes journey’s end worthwhile
I am the light in a young man’s eyes
Wherein a girl can see her future
I am the dark of the good times gone
And the broken hearted’s suture
I am the bridge in an old pop song
The melody and jingle
I am the songbird’s soft sweet psalm
And nature’s endless single
There I’ll be in the rich man’s heart
When he’s satisfied his score
There I’ll be in good night’s sleep
When it rests upon the poor
I fill the cups of merry men
And fill their blood with rage
I warm the bone on frozen night
And cool the mind of the sage
I dance atop o’ Warrior’s cries
I brawl on Poet’s breath
I am the Whore’s sweet search for love
The kiss of the Virgin’s death
I am born of thunder storm
I bring the Sun