Come on with the
thunder, your cry.
In the sun revealed
is we die first inside.
Do you feel you’re
some kind of a god?
You pick a fast lane,
to give death a nod.
Faced you a demon
or two askew a real
feeling of danger it
overcome will heal.
At your witts end I
heard you explode.
Put down the angst,
so heart won’t erode.
Despair doesn’t suit
you but draws a cry
so all see it in mind
can turn into lullaby.
I hear you a friend,
it is hard to explore
all beauty it fades a
heart’s worth more.
