Tornado
The wind keeps tearing at the home we built.
Wood, would it splinter? Stone, should it crumble?
And where such poison needed to be spilled;
lead could be torn from beneath our scumble.
Why do we have to fight to stay grounded
and not drift off in a rage without form?
Though I know the roars will keep me hounded
I fell in love with the eye of the storm.
I am a man with no roof overhead;
looking at clear blue skies above, through truss.
I am calm, at peace, and the air is dead.
Trapped between walls invisible to us.
The wind keeps tearing at the home we built.
Wood, would it splinter? Stone, should it crumble?
And where such poison needed to be spilled;
lead could be torn from beneath our scumble.
Why do we have to fight to stay grounded
and not drift off in a rage without form?
Though I know the roars will keep me hounded
I fell in love with the eye of the storm.
I am a man with no roof overhead;
looking at clear blue skies above, through truss.
I am calm, at peace, and the air is dead.
Trapped between walls invisible to us.
"If we go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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