2006
I’m in a tiny box
With tornados all around
There is so much noise inside
I cannot hear a sound.
If only I could find a light
An opening at all,
Then maybe I could find some peace
And the value of it all.
I love all my tornadoes
And I hope one day I’ll see,
How on this great earth
I can get them to start listening to me!
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