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Pause (the eye of the storm)
Pause, for a brief moment
hear the pitter patter on the roof
Wait, for just a second
this sound is not quite new
Silence, brand new raindrops fall
in sync with your breathing,
your spirit, your all.
There is thunder and lightning,
then quiet, deafening
There is no breathing, nor raining
for youre holding your breath
you move close to the window
wind,rain,hail roar your certain death
Newspapers tell the tragic story
it was quiet, but it wasnt over
a little boy relives the horror
it was his fathers 55th day sober
they were to play baseball,
like they hadnt done in years,
but the man was weak, and had a drink
and so flowed the blood stained tears.
Why did he take that one last drink
Why didnt he stop to think
I dont understand what he would do it for
No one understands what goes on,
In the pause, the eye of the storm.
