My lullaby
Storm clouds tear through a gloomy sky
Dry winds rush in to cry
Piercing through the clouds of dawn
The sun is yet to rise
Loud rackets of noise pave the day
Blaring pains sears the eardrums in vain
“storms’ coming” that’s what they say
Yet I sit an wait
I’ve prepared for this day
Lightning dances across the sky
Thunderous sounds say good-bye
I sit and wait
Without asking why
Death is approaching
Sing me a lullaby
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