Lay My Head
Lay the storm clouds
throwing thunder
in the sky,
not in my forehead.
Lay my head
upon a pillow,
not in the dirt
where pain complains
that it's a welcome mat
to rain.
throwing thunder
in the sky,
not in my forehead.
Lay my head
upon a pillow,
not in the dirt
where pain complains
that it's a welcome mat
to rain.
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