Storms And Me
By Ashleigh Hatter
A storm sits o'er my home and I want to know its name. It's voice I hear, and the thrashing of its claws are near and though this beast inspires fear and my home's timbers groan A fire in my soul's alight, and it will fend off deepest nights, lending courage so I may fight and to this storm be known. And though this storm, it drowns me now and breaks my home and prompts me bow and dying, my soul wonders how to make this storm atone. I fall upon a thought of peace: that if this moment I decease and all my dreams and worries cease, and flesh falls from my bones. A life was spent in good and vain, It danced in sunshine and in rain, and none alive will see again me; of small renown. And... That's fine with me. That's alright, for not all wake up from the night, and though I put up quite a fight, a smile on my face'll be found, for the mystery I never solved. A storm rages o'er my house and I never learned its name.
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