Delicate Sound Of Thunder

I was there in every flash of thunder that sparked across your heart like a hammer.
I was there in ever flake of steel that you peeled off with your nails.
I was there when you felt your own face looking back at the end of a dark hall.

I wish I was there when the clouds were white and soft.
I wish I was there when the blacksmith was done at the end of the day.
I wish I was there when you needed me to look back at you.

When you are impaled upon the spear,
When you are locked in a box,
When you need that spark,

I will love you.
I will be your delicate sound of thunder.