Thunder thighs, the Infinite mystery gift of life.
We seek it thus, and take to the sky
Ripples cascade on my face, my wandering soul knows no rest
But to quench the thirst your lightning stroke
So why wander aimlessley to abhor what it shook?
Thunder thighs in my evening sky
Touched by the darkened, clouds of bliss fog my eyes
I aim to the sky, but reality halts my shattered soul
For no matter where the winds blow, all that awaits me is
that somber mellow
The downpour to clense my soul, the gift that shall be
everlasting.
Thunder thighs, fantacies are yet pure lies
There is no hate, only joy for you are wanted beside
Wings of icarus spread afar, my time will come to fly
For even if the morrow is barren of promises... Nothing shall forestall my reward
