Atmosphere

Atmosphere There are red clouds coming as the sun calms down the light There are streets lamps glowing as the day time turns to night There’s a bird that’s flying to his children to fuel the blight There’s a man that knowing that blindness has cruel the sight There’s a baby that’s growing inside her womb tonight There’s a tree that is blowing creaking and bowing so tight There’s a mind that is swirling and gates a banging for a fight There’s a shadow that is crawling and soon it will be morning last night.