Bring the Thunder

One day,

My mother told me,

Don’t waste your hand,

And may you choose well.

That on this trying journey,

I’ll understand,

That only fools dwell here.

I hear them call,

I hear their voices cheer me on,

Upstream I found my way,

The thrill of the chase, came crashing down,

With your praise,

I’ll take the last stand, and feel the shadows, dancing round,

Caught in the eye of the storm that is filling the glass that is empty,

Only we remain

We are those who fight on,

Tell me, tell me,

What do you see,

Will we, will we,

Drown in the sea?

Tell me, tell me,

What do you see,

Will we,

Will we fall?

But upstream is where I stay,

Upstream is how I play,

And feel the waves,

Lifting me up,

Until the break of dawn,

Until the roar of the crowd,

I’ll lead the way,

Only now I see the storm that is forming,

Cause we will prevail,

And never surrender,

We set the pace,

We bring the thunder,

Can you hear the thunder?