The sky is a reflection of
a child that's lost
It is screaming and crying
Painting our world with it's pain.
Why did it have to rain
so hard in Kansas
As we laid there in our tents.
Praying to God
For the second time this week.
Wondering if this is something
We will soon regret.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
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