Stormchasers

The stones that we walk on
across the stream
The river we follow
The drift within me
The danger that comes
With every step we take
but it pulls us closer
to the deep end of the lake

The acres of sky
that we steal
The birds without feathers
behind the wheel
An altitude
not meant to be
the ashen clouds
not what we see

The storms we are chasing
we can't revoke
they're blinding us with dust and smoke
in their dazzling appeal
there lies our fall
to tame the skies the seas and all
So we venture out into the deep
we're climbing cliffs that are too steep
we are too naive to understand
we'll never rule this land