Thereâ€™s a rage that lives inside of me,
Not sure where it comes from.
Thereâ€™s a voice thatâ€™s seeping out,
So Iâ€™m sure thereâ€™s more to come.
Thereâ€™s an anger that I hid so well,
That demands to have its day.
I fear for the day it escapes
And finally has its say.
Thereâ€™s a storm thatâ€™s brewing in the dark,
And itâ€™s reaching for the light.
The clouds will overtake the sun,
And the day will turn to night.
Thereâ€™s a reckoning momentous force,
That the human eye canâ€™t see
But the day of release is coming soon,
And it lives inside of me.
Thereâ€™s a day I wonâ€™t have the strength,
To keep it locked inside.
Once the gates are opened wide,
There will be no place to hide.
Thereâ€™s a purpose, like all true things,
Of this rage in which I speak.
Justice in the form of revenge,
And redemption in which to seek.