All the screaming you do
All the thrashing and aching
Nobody listens, nobody comforts
It gets lost in the echo.
The bird whimpers at night
Pleading for shelter from the hail.
You slam the door shut,
Afraid that it is going to ruin your upholstery.
Its sounds get lost in nature's echo.
Nobody can be heard in a storm
You must fend for yourself
Before the echo dies down.
Pull yourself together,
Pick up those broken pieces of your soul
And fight for yourself
From the insults, the threats, the raging storm
Before you get lost.
Before you get pummeled by the storm.
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