Pressure builds on me
as you let go...

I was floating through the clouds
Too afraid, too content to come down...

An when it
hits the fan...

As if one could talk, then listen
As on ones cheek a tear did glisten...

Gush, gush
Blush, blush...

They try, they try
They cry, they cry...

As the sun vanishes, beneath an evil hand
Despair and treachery smothers the land...

As I watch, with horrified eyes
Demons take my dear ones lives...

Pain is felt explicitly
As hope burns away...

I will not mope
I will not try...

I curl my toes, wrinkle my nose
scrunch up my hair and sigh...