CD : Raging Low

raging low

raging high, a violent try
to push me behind the line of sight
it is simple but true:
a light shines through to me
from a thunder by a tree,
like a long forgotten dream,
a pure and striking scene

what a surprising relief:
the storm relaxes me
washing me clear
this time i´m real

the striking squall
caressing me
it´s electric air
i´m breathing in

raging low, the fear is gone
i hum along with the thunder drum
outside fury and rage
magic sparkling white
inside of me it´s still
like a well remembered thrill
nothing is leaking in