Lightning crashes up above....
Leaving me running for shelter....
I've been lost in this storm....
For as long as I can remember....
Rain making the dirt into mud....
My feet sinking in with each step....
I've kept my eyes facing forward....
And my hands in my pockets....
I've seen nothing but trees surrounding me....
Their ghostly images and bony fingers swallowing me up....
I have to keep going....
As hard as this road is to bare....
With every flash of light....
I see no end to the maze....
All I long for is home....
All I have is mud and twisted trees....