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.
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