mister, a storm is a'coming.
you should go inside
strange things are bound to happen-
y'all should go and hide.
a storm be brewing, sir,
take the missus too.
a storm is bubbling and churning;
the sky's no longer blue.
it looks awful ghastly out there;
miss, please take lots of heed
this oncoming storm ain't look real pretty,
i think you'd better leave.
y'all won't wanna be close by
when this storm decides to hit:
for if you do,
without a doubt,
you'll be blown to bits.
cause in that angry eye,
or the center of the storm
that's where all the good things die,
and all the evil things are born
this storm's eye be red with vengeance,
like the devil got it good,
it got lots of anger-
those rich folks call it penance?
mister i would pray
and i would pray really darn hard
'cause this storm 'round the bend?
it got an' evil heart.
miss,
i ain't no preacher, or some god from above
but i can tell that storm got somthin'-
an' it ain't' alot of love.
YOU ARE READING
frozen in time
Romansa"out there is someone who sees the wind blow, can hear the sun rise, and can taste the clouds" (or a collection of poetry written when no one is watching)
