It’s Too Late To Listen... I’m Already Gone

It’s my thunder crashing down from heavenly skies.
It’s my tears battering your window.
It’s my time to reveal things I never could
This is my time to shine
So listen to my thunder depriving you from sleep, just like it did to me.
And if you’re quite enough you might hear the silent whispers brushing throw the trees.
Holding secrets that where never to be told
Secrets that only I behold.
This time you can’t ignore me I’m right outside your window.
This time you might listen to the secrets I never told.
Listen closely to the blowing wind.
Because somewhere I’m out there.
Waiting, lingering for you to break another’s dream