illusionary thunderstorm

nature, be my vessel
dissolve the fuss
purify my intentions, might they be good or bad

there's a thick layer around my soul
self remains hidden
the 'i' became bulletproof
cause it's all about muscles and strength
fight, or die

love's too intense for this
it's not for cowards,
coming with vulnerability
where's love?
where's my heart?

'i' hid my heart away
it's nowhere to be seen, felt, or found
slip on the inconcrete until 'i' do

this is survival mode
the illusionary thunderstorm
there's a disgrace
that doesn't resonate with my core
there's a disgrace that declares war with it...

i lost my child
i lost my heart