Thunder.

As i lay alone at night i sit and wonder.
What Could it have been?
The sky then begins to thunder.
I only think of you now and then.

My tears pour down like the rain.
If only he knew.
Loosing him was too hard to main-tain.

The sky still is going through a rumble.
Did he love me?
My heart then was only left to crumble.

As i lay there left in dispair.
My heart was the only thing left to repair.