Drenched in the rain,
Soaking in my pain as the lightning strikes down and the thunder rolls loud.
Is this the end, or a new beginning I've found?
I drop to my knees, praying to be free,
The lightning strikes near and the thunder talks to me.
I give them my plea, then silence fills the air.
Suddenly another lightning bolt strikes near, tearing up the ground in front of me.
The smoke clears and what I begin to see is a choice.
I could die now, and the world would rejoice,
Or I can continue my life, searching for my voice.
It doesn't tell me if I succeed, or If I die trying to be free,
So what do I do?
