We like to write about waterfalls in our eyes
But it may be a surprise
That we are more than our rainclouds
And us sun enshrouds.
Shocked you may be at lightning in our brains
And planets in our veins
But we have songbirds in our hearts
Alive within our arts.
Do believe there are flowers in your skin
Coloured by your kin
And there is gold in your eyes
Pretty as the skies.
And that pain you feel?
Darling, that's a storm,
It will cause damage,
But trust me
It will pass.
