Spoken Word: Distant Rumblings Lyrics

They said the quiet before the storm

Is a calm so pure, untouched, and warm

But as I walk, a shiver grows

A weight in the air that only I know

It starts as whispers, buried deep

Hidden beneath my waking sleep

I hear them now faint, unsure

Warnings in the wind, silent, obscure

Each step I take, they echo back

A shadowed presence in my track

The horizon darkens, clouds take form

Distant rumblings, a brewing storm

Could it be I missed the signs?

The subtle cracks between the lines?

Eyes set forward, so sure, so blind

But something stirs, I feel it grind

They told me once, in voices low

That seeds of pride would one day grow

Into a storm too fierce to tame

To face my truth and bear the blame.