My Thunder

Your words speak at me, don’t they? 
Your words cut through me, don’t they? 
Your truth is clear, but not for me 
For me, I must feel free

Your views are narrow, aren’t they?
Your time has no tomorrow, tic-tock, tic-tock, tic-tock
Your nights are sleepless from worry
For sleep, my dreams are free

You try to steal my thunder 
You strive to keep me under 
You think you’ve got the power 
Of something you’re not sure of 
Don’t try to steal my thunder 
It’s your sorrow

Your words can’t hurt me anymore 
I’ve built some tough walls to the core 
I’ve been learning to soar 
Now I’m flying, I’m soaring free 

You try to steal my thunder 
You strive to keep me under 
You think you’ve got the power 
Of something you’re not sure of 
Don’t try to steal my thunder 
It’s your sorrow 

Instrumental Break 

You try to steal my thunder 
You strive to keep me under 
You think you’ve got the power 
Of something you’re not sure of 
Don’t try to steal my thunder 
It’s your sorrow 

Your truth is clear 
But not for me

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