My Weather Forecast
When we were younger
His voice was like thunder
Fierce and discouraging
As we sat and wonder
Will mothers face resemble yet again
A windowpane on a stormy rainy day
Or shall it just be a drizzle
That her son will quickly dry up to ease the pain
A chance of a strike of lighting
If mother stands up against this storm
I rather her stay calm
Like a warm summer day with a cool breeze
Then lightening striking
Bring mother to her knees
Flood Warning
His voice was like thunder
Fierce and discouraging
As we sat and wonder
Will mothers face resemble yet again
A windowpane on a stormy rainy day
Or shall it just be a drizzle
That her son will quickly dry up to ease the pain
A chance of a strike of lighting
If mother stands up against this storm
I rather her stay calm
Like a warm summer day with a cool breeze
Then lightening striking
Bring mother to her knees
Flood Warning
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