There’s been a storm for days,
and I have thought about hiding under my bed,
like a little girl.
It’s not the thunder that throws me,
or the dark, angry state of the sky,
just the winds of change.
There’s been a storm for days,
and I have thought about hiding under my bed,
like a little girl.
It’s not the thunder that throws me,
or the dark, angry state of the sky,
just the winds of change.
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