Life in a storm
Life is like a storm
It starts off gloomy
Then winds pick up and blew me away as if I were a leaf falling from a tree
The storm builds up and rain sprinkles down
As life problems start small and sprinkle
Then it hits you like lightning striking a tree so sudden and fast
You have to quicly react to that blast
And with every storm that comes with that quick and sudden blast a tornado stikes
As you walking up that hike called life
You get a sudden strifeof fear and energey where the storm hit and you have to clean up, but with every clean up theres damage contol
But when you explain its all so, so duhle
Finally when the storm is out and the sun is shining you still look back at that storm with regret a pitty
But with all that regret and pitty theres a city where where thre is forgivness and you storm is officall over all the hard down fall of rain all the tornados the lightning the fires they all go away and you look back at the storm and just laugh
And just like that your storm is gone night has fallen and you can fly away like a bat
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