I run towards the eye of the storm.   I run so fast I hit the peak of my form.   I stand alone as a god in the making,   I wear you down till you are breaking.      I stand firm in the climates fighting.   I blow the wind and create the lightning.   I whip the rain from the face of the seas.   I spin a tornado that folds the trees.      I have to keep sane in a world of senseless noise.   I have to keep silent if I want to spare my voice.   I should hide underground   where the silence sounds      I’ll reach up and take the moon away,   I’ll put up a sun and make the night into day!