Thunder roars, the sky turns gray,
He stands alone, finds his own way.
In every raindrop, a word to say,
Through the storm, he won’t sway.

Through the storm, we hold on tight,
In the darkness, we find light.
Every struggle, takes us to new height,
Through the storm, hearts ignite.

Lightning strikes, but she won’t fall,
Battles within, she silences the call.
In the wind’s whisper, she stands tall,
Through the storm, she gives her all.

Streets slick with rain, echoes of fear,
Voices of hope, in every tear.
Through the storm, our dreams clear,
Against the tide, we persevere.

An old man waits, with memories tight,
Weathered hands, ready for the fight.
Through the storm, he sees the light,
Past meets present, in the night.

Through the storm, we hold on tight,
In the darkness, we find light.
Every struggle, takes us to new height,
Through the storm, hearts ignite.