Roaming Free1 min 170 1 min 170
Was roaming calm,
Looking at hailing storms,
Looking for home.
Maybe it was a mistaken step,
Or maybe it was on purpose;
Calm entered somewhere,
Where everything was sand and dust.
It was the beauty of barrenness,
That pulled it close;
And against the best interest of all,
Straight into disaster.
It did find what
Was the purpose of this rebellious step;
And the outcome was
The eyes that were no more a stranger,
To thunder and lightning.