Vignette

Written September 1, 2016 When you hear the rolling thunder Don't turn away When you see the crashing lightning Don't be afraid 'Cause you know that I'll protect you You know I'm here to stay I'll hold your hand throughout the darkness And lead you to the light That lines the end of every tunnel A vignette on the horizon That blurs the white and blackness Of all our former days From back roads that wind on through the woods In culdesacs and neighborhoods Rural dreams of picket fencing To contain your fleeting fears But beyond those hidden tears This old house is burning down So when you hear the rolling thunder Don't turn away When you see the crashing lightning Don't be afraid 'Cause you know that I'll protect you You know I'm here to stay