Followed by the expected thunder
Rain will pour, works will be done
Love will be made
Bodies will be numb
With eyes pointed toward the sun
I'll just stand and watch
because it all means nothing
Just pure calculation
Egos made for fluffing
I want to say you're there
And find it hard to display it fair
Words bounce off each ear drum to no avail
Of those feet that tread water
without aid of boats or sails
The weatherman fills me in
as his silver tongue begins to thin






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