She cries with the force of the stampede
That killed Mufasa, and I forget the
Viking blood that runs through us.
Weakness on display is a sign of strength.
She is the strongest person I know;
Does almost everything without
Me. Barely cries about it afterwards,
When hindsight lets her see what she's
Been through.
Wake up, little heart; your nightmare is
Over. Fall back asleep in arms that
Care.
Listen: It's not raining anymore.
She calls out to me like air raid sirens
Over a city dark with enemy aircraft
Wings.
But all is quiet now.
Nothing harder than drops of
Water ever fell.
Sleep. Sun upon cloudless skies will
See you smile, drowzy; unalone.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
She cries with the force of the stampede
That killed Mufasa, and I forget the
Viking blood that runs through us.
Weakness on display is a sign of strength.
She is the strongest person I know;
Does almost everything without
Me. Barely cries about it afterwards,
When hindsight lets her see what she's
Been through.
Wake up, little heart; your nightmare is
Over. Fall back asleep in arms that
Care.
Listen: It's not raining anymore.
She calls out to me like air raid sirens
Over a city dark with enemy aircraft
Wings.
But all is quiet now.
Nothing harder than drops of
Water ever fell.
Sleep. Sun upon cloudless skies will
See you smile, drowzy; unalone.
