Thunder Of Hate

plz respect me and do not steal

The rain is crying. 
The sky is frightening. 
How I want to be just like lightning. 

Not thunder not wind.I just want to be me again. 
Sometimes I find myself looking at the ground wishing I had more true friends around. 

I have dreams and hopes of the world coming together like twines on ropes. 
Then we'll be one. With peace and love under the sun. 
But, until then I'll search far and wide for a friend to sit by my side. 
Then we will sit here and ponder which rode of life to take, the rode to love or the rode to hate. 

by, Nick Anderton 
GingsengTheWolf GingsengTheWolf
13-15, M
Jul 17, 2010