The thunder answered back

Oh, how my heart can fly
When your smile has good intentions (and "hi" can mean the world to me)

I know singing makes you shy
When it's in front of me and my friends (but your singing means the world to me)

How I tried to keep my cool
When we disappointed you
You waxen wing, you foolish thing

And oh, how I can still taste
Your tongue tied stare upon my face
You dirty look, you burning bush

So here I sit, come to rest
Some weight upon your little chest
You free-for-all, you wrecking ball

Blubbering next to your bed
To lay waste to your healthy head
You spiderweb, you dance of death

And I believe you'd be so cold
To leave me hanging all day long
You prickly frost you courage lost

But I could never be so mad
To shake you by the shoulders screaming
You coward, you hummingbird

I screamed out how'd it get this bad?
And the thunder answered back
If you know not what you lack
Then you must unturn your back

Your inside is overcast
You are tethered to your past
And it must feel like fucking hell
To be a patchwork of yourself
A bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
And though you're alone it's holding you too tightly
But who are you?
From where do you come?
What do you believe in?
And whom do you love?