The delicate sound of thunder,
whispers in my ears,
it comes with the pouring rain,
washing away my tears.
the endless stars are brightening,
coming ever nearer,
secrets of the past,
the truth becoming clearer.
Coming with the rain,
in comes the lightening,
and still within the background,
the endless stars are brightening.
And still the light is growing,
and now I am afraid,
Is the earth taking back,
the child that it's made?
The sound is almost deafening,
and my fear is ever growing,
a chill enters my soul,
Now is it snowing?
everything is white,
I hear the gentle voices,
coming from the light.
Now I understand,
what the voices said,
this is the afterlife,
what happens when you're dead.
The delicate sound of thunder,
whispers in my ears,
all of my emotions,
running down in tears.
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