Thin band far oft
Heavy clouds pressing pushing
Crushing with the force of thunder
But my hope lies there
Glistening with silver tears of sweat
I push towards
Sweeping aside fingers of cold rain
Scratches of sharp hail
Head down from the stormy intent above
I lean towards the horizon
My hope lies there
My hope lies there.
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