I am born in storm,
The rolling thunder harolds my birth,
Knives of air cut me from my mother,
Cast down.. free falling through each moment of life,
I would scream.. but I am denied a voice,
Enraged at the futility of my life..
But low.. though I am small,
My wrath shall crush mountains,
I shall have my vengeance apon the cruel earth!
I shall join with the river,
And even in death.. claim what is owed,
For while one of me,
May barely dampen the ground,
A billion will rip it wide open.