Storm

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Alone I stand
Wicked winds whip around
No longer am I bound
Raging rain rips my skin
Now I look within

What I find will unbind
What's hidden under
Don't you here that thunder?
Run and hide
I have tried

But you can never escape
Until you meet it in its eyes
From the out side-the storm rages by.
But with your new freedom
You can rule your Kingdom

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