And the sun fell from sky
Was the day, the day I was born
And the wind, sang a sad song
As the rain played along
It was the sound, of the perfect storm
And my life, seemed a blunder
In the lightning and thunder
I was something that god came to scorn
From my baby blue eyes
You could not hear my cries
Through the sound, of the perfect storm
And when death comes to find me
When its darkness confines me
Only temper and tantrums shall mourn
And the thunder will play
Put my life on display
To the sound, of the perfect storm
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