Better Days

The sound of thunder the drops of rain the touch of the water washes the pain, The breeze of the wind one can't resist the touch of the pavement inside your fist, Your mind is racing you dont know why You ask for the truth but still get lies, I have learned there will be troubled days But, also learned get up and dry your face, once that happens they beging to wonder What happen to he who was living in a world of thunder, The sun came out and showed me lite a friend said smile cause it's alright.