Sad Freedom

Thunder in the distance,
A storm brewing in the night,
I pray to make it through this,
And see the morning light.

A weight upon my heart,
This sadness deep inside me,
But as it passes through,
Like a bird, I am set free.

Calm and gentle winds blow now,
At the suns warm glow,
The storm is gone, disappeared,
Like an arrow from Cupids bow.