كلمات 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 'til you are breaking 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 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