9 acessos
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 'til you are breaking
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
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