The storm is raging more and more out of control
I feel the barometric pressure pushing down on my soul
Only now a barometer can’t measure the feeling
My heart is slowly breaking, there’s no hope for healing
The clouds and the rain define how I think
The lightning and thunder cause my stomach to sink
The winds circling, twirling, swirling about
Makes my eyes a flash flood, no way to swim out
The sirens are whaling, the trees are swaying
My mind like a heavy object not capable of weighing
And when I think this storm must soon end
Another siren blares, and my mood descends
To a new all-time low, that only I can explain
So much to lose, so little to gain
All I can do is to hope and to pray
That this tornado will not carry me too far away
That the storm will blow over, without leaving a mark
That I may be happy on the future mission I must embark.
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