Walkin’ Home
Walking home through the silent woods
The only sound is the rustling of my boots
It’s as they say; calm before the storm
I should have seen this
I should have known
I’ve seen the clouds gathering
I’ve seen heard the approaching storm
Now it seems
There’s nothing I can do
As the raindrops start to fall
Walking home under the booming thunder
Can this get any worse, I wonder
But then the storm starts to clear away
The forest is soaked
And so am I
The birds ain’t yet singing, but
The storm has passed me by
It’s been a while
Since I’ve felt this good
I shrug, sigh and smile
Walking home amongst the fresh green leaves
The last bits of clouds taking their leaves
After the cleansing storm life seems fine again It wasn't me, it was the Other Guy. |
Muhwi
ganesha
Himpi