Fire Then Rain And Back Again

At the bottom of the Earth
we make waves with the great white

It’s a pontoon of life and I’m astounded
by the grey clouds rolling in

It was the blues you gave me
and the power to form words

To drive in gears unknown
To strike a chord for those that listened

Dry like a bone, and floating alone
we held hands over red, baked rock

Floods of tears make the mountains weak
and the whale song is unheard somewhere.

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