a storm
it's a storm brewing
waiting to take place
mulling it all over
tears streaming down a face
screaming yelling crying
it all seems out of place
it's just a storm brewing
ripping through fine lace
it's just a storm brewing
falling from grace.
where is the union i saw when
i was young?
the excitement for one to come home!
the songs we did sing!
so many a celebration!
i couldn't see it then, but
perhaps it has always been this way
just a storm brewing
perhaps this potion has been fermenting
bubbling up this whole time
but my nose is only now losing
its blindness
to the stench,
the smell before rain,
because it's just a storm brewing
and i'm so scared of what might happen
when it breaks.
