Thunderstorm Lullaby Biography

The dry dust crackles
under the tires of the Jeep
carrying those whose lives
they were able to keep
...

A quite hum, the music looms
As the instruments begin to tune.
Our hands together, my bow on your strings,
I look in your eyes, and the symphony begins.
...

The drones, they keep on staring
at the television blaring
all the hate and lies
passing threw their eyes.
...

We met at what seems like last night,
And at the same time forever ago.
The spark between us when we first met lit the fuse,
And now my heart is going to blow.
...

I'm sitting in the corner, all alone
listening to my parents moan.
There son is a failure
they continue to scream, her
...