God

I run towards the eye of the storm
I run so fast I hit the peak of my form
I stand alone as a god in the making
I wear you down till you are breaking.

I stand firm in the climates fighting
I blow the wind and create the lightning
I whip the rain from the face of the seas
I spin a tornado that folds the trees.

I have to keep sane in a world of senseless noise
I have to keep silent if I want to spare my voice
I should hide underground
Where the silence sounds.

I'll reach up and take the moon away
I'll put up a sun and make the night into day!