We live in a “perfect storm."
Our lives full of risk-taking,
The emerging tempest evaporating
Into clear blue.
Shielded by our armor of glass,
Shielded by our armor of glass,
We survive to create another ominous cloud;
Grey skies open to a
Forgiving sun.
Until the day there is no saving grace:
In a moment’s breath, darkness prevails.
All we know is gone.
Grey skies open to a
Forgiving sun.
Until the day there is no saving grace:
In a moment’s breath, darkness prevails.
All we know is gone.

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