To hear the Storm ComingTo Hear the Storm Coming
Written by John Swartz
I feel the pebbles and the stones,
I can hear the screaming of the wind,
As I stand upon this rubble ground I am hurt,
My flesh is ripped by these rocks,
Scared and sore from this airborne attack,
The dust clouding over my weakened eyes.
As I scream my voice becomes lost to the wind,
Quickly absorbed like water in a desert,
Whipped and beaten I'm cast aside,
One of the few to survive barely left a man,
My body broken and tattered, smashed upon rocks,
The storm killing those who once were part of my flock.
If the Lord god was to create men and cared for us then,