Surviving the Moment
Until the wind passes by,
Weve been through these
torturous times before.
Board up the windows facing the sky
Well sit in the basement
Until the storm passes by.
Look for the dog, with his Cerberus howl.
There goes the car.
Later, maybe, when the storm goes by
The streets no longer, the roof ripped off.
Somebodys calling now
that the storms gone by
Maybe the boat leaks, they won't take the dog.
Why leave now
When the storms gone by?
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