Your silence leaves me deaf and dumb and blind,
I'm on all fours, I'm down upon my knees.
I'd thought the worst of this lay far behind,
And that I'd fought off this deadly disease.
But violent storms are waiting up ahead,
More than even I see in my dark dreams ,
They're causing wounds unmendable by thread
And needle or pills. There's no cure it seems.
Just let the Lightning inflict burns and pain,
And let the Thunder play his drums of war,
Ignore the constant drip-drop of the rain,
Safe in the knowledge Sun will reign once more.
How can I feign such optimism here
When all I feel inside is doubt and fear?