Where
Where?
A gentle breeze blows
A lead wing flies
First sight of stormy skies
Before tomorrow comes and goes
The winds of change are static
Nothing always stays the same
But the direction of the rain
Would rather be a weathervane
Its fickle constant, automatic
Woke up to a tornado
Woke up to a hurricane
With no time to brace myself
From the current of the wind and rain
State of disaster, who knows?
Are you in the heart of it all?
Or are you in my heart?
Where the sea meets the sand?
Where the mitten’s made of land?
Where couples are only texts and phone calls?
Where strangers are just miles apart?
Where hometowns are hallowed grounds
Where a foreign family surrounds?
Where youth dies out, and falls?
Where we celebrate the birth of art?
Where life is living out our dreams?
It’s never as simple as it seems
Though I have loved them all
It’s getting hard to tell them apart
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