Rivers of raging air and water Coming together To blaze their own trail almost without a care Leaving the landscape in it's wake bare Life's shatter Right or fare, doesn't matter The scare of it happening again is always right there The horror of mother nature Right around the corner But truthfully, I should finally be clear It's the other type of mother, And a lack of nurture, That's the main factor I've pretended, Tried to blend in, For many moons plus a year, It's not a natural disaster It's... ...it's tears Ones that've carved ruts down my ****** veneer As they veer through the unstable atmosphere That I can't steer through, Landing me here On the shore With only my pride and fear And an SOS, That I guess, Doesn't come across as sincere