My heart is full of thunder.
This is neither good nor bad.
Which may lead you to wonder
Just what sort of day I've had.
And if you were standing under
The fall of blood or rain,
Then you may well think the thunder
To be cries of crippling pain.
But my heart's not only broken,
But my voice does more than crash,
And the lightning, though unspoken,
Makes a most impressive flash.
I've indeed been torn asunder.
That's how I learned how to mend.
If my heart is full of thunder
Then it's beating once again.
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