I echo through the city streets, but I do not echo through the open road. You often hear me in a moment of frustration.

Back and forth without a beat You’ll love me in the summer heat Toss me aside, I’ll just come back Catch me, or you’ll get a whack

I’m more than a million, but not quite a ton, A bolt from the blue, and the job is done. Without my power, you won’t go far eighty-eight’s nothing without my spark!

I take the dead and give them life, Leave them freed from world of strife. Not predator, but neither prey, I revel in the world's decay.

Bright as a rainbow, I guard the windows to the soul, yet I am not glass.