The Storm
Grief strikes
like lightening and tears fall like rain
Sadness swells
like stormy clouds about to burst in pain
People run for
shelter... instinctively they hide
Except for
those less fortunate... who carrry grief inside
We hate to leave
them lonely... we don't want them to be sad
We're just
trying to escape the storm... to keep from feeling bad
But the thing
we must consider... before we run away
Is that grief
can strike at anyone... on any given day
September 8th 2000
