Oh momma, it is so hard to listen,
With all these loud eruptions in my head.
If I could just turn the volume down then,
The sun would melt the clouds of all this dread.
Rainbows make me happier than the squalls,
Brilliant rays allow visions to unfold.
Seasons jumble as I hiss as it Falls,
To the ground in torment I pause as told.
The thunder of an unforgiving gong,
Joined with lightening of the truth divine.
Charcoal clouds of fury swirl right along,
I receive comfort in this core of mine.
Oh momma, it is so worthwhile to feel,
The passion my worthy heart has to heal.



 
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