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Grounded

The lightning strikes a distant affair
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Chasing the clouds a lovely dare
Snow is settling in the dazzling whites
The world seems silent even in the fights;
Flights are gone ,now gone tonight
The birds are lonely ,kissing the light
Written on the flattering flags
Colors gawk at the change they lag,
Frozen in time history is here
The pinch of hope survives on fear.

Portray her love,till she's broke
Needs or wants they always poke
Holding on,you're way too tight
Crushing her down till she bites
They drive all night,all day long
Futile efforts to prove her wrong ;
It's funny they stand up only to yell
The story so hard,so hard to tell,
They're so insecure,
Hell,she feels too pierced to cure.



She smiles upon the hills
Spend her love,they cover her in bills
She cries even while burning bright
Frozen in their hearts,such a plight
You're too late,now it's hard to believe
She's just waiting for you to leave;
In the rains ,in the pains
All that matter are the banes
Keep her covered,keep her warm
Feed upon her love while she's calm.

The world is cold in the midnight hour
A nightmare to roam on a distant tour
Dolphins returning to the marine bank
Swimming fearless,almost seems like a prank
The penny less cry through silent screams ,day in,day out;
Numbers are scary,maybe a little doubt
Jumping on the waves ashore
A couple billion shaken to the core
Time's enjoyed may be not so well
Hiding the key to the infectious tale
So wait till the morning,wait for awhile
As stethos struggle in the dying aisle.


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