A solemn mist around their chest
tornados in their mind
The pressure will surely compress
Whatever sun they find
Tidal waves have hit them hard
lightning has struck their soul
Left their insides dark and charred
no one to help console
Hurricanes have harried her
Their blood is made of wind
emotions turned to slushy slur
Her innocence was skinned
There is no healing whats been done
So she builds a sea wall
they wont bring down for anyone
In hopes they'll never fall
