Your angry story crashes with bolts of light

Every word being heard

Sharp blades from a cracked window dashes

Racing for skin to purge

A soft melody is long forgotten

The one I’ve taught the birds to sing

Your thunder overwhelms my story

Erases all red and pink

A lost melody sitting behind the rage

Waiting for it’s turn on the next page

When the rain comes out and ground is dry

It will tell its story, soft and quiet

No harsh words or loud sounds

To force the lie down our ears

Just a whispering melody

Sung by a choir of peers

Don’t you worry about the thunder

It will clear up alongside the tears

Then those who matter will listen

To your story of hope and fear