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!