after the storm
and the lightning fires
and the last bird
has flown from the wire
after the rain
the wind dries us cold
after the storm
just you and me growing old

after the storm
and the skies are blue
after everything
we put each other through
the dust and the mud
have become stone
after the storm
just you and me on our own

our choices and our words
like that bird have flown
after the storm
look at all that has grown