Hopeless Feelings of Matthew
Helpless Feelings of Matthew
Above the black clouds of Matthew,
Angels are singing heavenly melodies,
It is golden there, and winds do not dare
To disturb such tranquility.
They are loving those into their arms,
One by one from this thing unexplained,
Only that it stops the race’s arrogance,
What mattered money or fame?
Those suffering through evacuation,
Stir compassion though they do not take note,
It is all we can do to stay and not run,
Run toward them with a spiritual boat.
Then row them to our houses
Where they’ll find love and prayers waiting,
Everything to start over,
Would be theirs for the taking.
Above the black clouds of Matthew,
Angels are singing heavenly melodies,
It is golden there, and winds do not dare
To disturb such tranquility.
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