Bless the Thunder Lyrics

There's something tender about thunder

How she spends her blunders

With light, she mums her

Storm

There's something soft about storms

All our structures washed and worn

With cold, they warm

The night

We always curse the sky

When the rain starts to pour

And the thunder in our ears

When it makes them feel sore

But maybe there's a reason

For the sky's tired lore

Even so

Bless the calm within the storm

There's a peace within the night

Where our sins begin their plight

With dark, it lights

Our path

In this path that we must follow

Down the broken, through the narrow

The ashes glow and

Burn

And we always curse the ground

When the flowers cease to grow

And when the sky goes dark

And can't find our way back home

But maybe there's a reason

Why the light comes and goes

Even so

Bless the ash within the gold

And when the fire burns us down

Like a symphony of clowns

The cymbals sound

Like thunder