And In the Sky I See Black Thunder Mad
Like a newborn infant left on rocks
My skin feels tender and my heart is sad
I’d like to creep inside an empty box
I have turned away my every clock
Whilst I try to improve how I’m clad
With my a newborn infant on grey rocks
The people of this world seem like lost flocks
Like sheep, they folllow men who’re dumb and mad
I’d like to hide inside an empty box
Against my ribs my loud heart seems to knock
I gasp for comfort even from folk bad
Like a newborn infant left on rocks
I feel akin to prey, like the red fox
Which o’er long moors and meadows has just fled
I’d like to hide inside an metal box
This sorrow seems to sap my own red blood
And in the sky I see black thunder mad
Like a little infant left on rocks
Without your heart’s embrace I can’t come back
Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2016
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