And the world says, "How can you be so calm?" A storm is coming, they warn, That will shatter the very essence of existence.

And I say, World, you don't understand, Yes, a storm is coming, But the storm is me, you see.

I am the lightning that strikes with power, I am the thunder that roars, fierce and loud, I am the rain that falls, cleansing and pure, I am the wind that blows, relentless and sure.