Looking through the window the storm raged
winds seen as trees bend and break
And the man saw a reflection of his heart
The rain lashed the window
And the man saw a reflection of his pain
The thunder rang through the air
And the man saw a reflection of his voice
The lightening lit up the darkness a split second
And the man saw a reflection of his sight
The river lapped at the doorstep
And the man saw a reflection of his fear
The flood ripped at the manicured garden
And the man saw a reflection of his illusion
Hat and coat lying empty beside the door
And the man saw a reflection of his past
Opening the door, the storm lashed his skin
And the man saw a reflection of his present
Walking out into his life
The man saw a reflection of the universe.