The downpour in the night, the turmoil within.
Thunderous roars outside, the cloudbursts within.
Finding my soul, lost other half within.
Sweet sounds of the birds I listen, muffling my cries within.

Stitching the heart I never tore, suffering heartaches within.
My husband they say, never was I the woman he craved within.
Sleepless nights pass by, my dreams sinking deep within.
He loves her deeply, my wounds sore from the pain within.

The cheerful butterflies replaced by the thunderous bells within.
Once my smiling face replaced by the torrential tears of pain within.
Each thunderbolt is a seizure within.
He is stuck on his past, my future I hold trembling within.

As I see flowers bloom in spring, freedom I crave within.
My marriage was a lie, a delusion I painted within.
The more I crave spring, the more thunder sparks within.
I await the sun, while my world is collapsing within.