When your head’s
like Niagara Falls
Pounding, crashing
mindless roar
Take my hand
and we will see
Quietly wait
look past this door
To the room
where children scream
Banging heads
against the floor
And we will gently
firmly ‘Shoosh! ’
Settling down
the senseless war
Then we’ll hear
each painful thought
‘til the racket
is no more
Gradually the sun
will shine
As we see
all that they saw
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