Earthquake
Earthquake
I am an earthquake; I resound
I shift and move
My fault line is in the center
Between tears of pain and joy
I tremor with despair and sweat with dew
You cannot see the inside
In there I don’t move
Cycles are amid me
When I will tremble with fear
Causing the ground to shake
I am in such despair
The ruins of the day
Left in utter defeat
Become the seize of the day
Only captains at sea will brave
You cannot see my fear
It is aligned with all that is near
It surrounds me in my turmoil
It coats the Earth’s soil
Yet one day I will rise again
Oer’ the mountain tops and Glens
You will see my victory
Beyond the forests and the trees
Look within the sunset
To the rainbow colors and violet subset
The stars they tell~
Of quakes before the somber fell
Over the seas and through the years
They say it with words you cannot hear
The voice within which cannot hear
Will be like the story that has passed oer’ the years
In times of colony
In times of arrival
They saw the day, they saw it coming
Their glorious day of wind
Unwinding and glory flowing
So too will I see
The day when glory is to be
All will notice my fault line through the mid
And say what a beautiful scar ~
The sojourn let us in
I am an earthquake; I resound
I shift and move
My fault line is in the center
Between tears of pain and joy
I tremor with despair and sweat with dew
You cannot see the inside
In there I don’t move
Cycles are amid me
When I will tremble with fear
Causing the ground to shake
I am in such despair
The ruins of the day
Left in utter defeat
Become the seize of the day
Only captains at sea will brave
You cannot see my fear
It is aligned with all that is near
It surrounds me in my turmoil
It coats the Earth’s soil
Yet one day I will rise again
Oer’ the mountain tops and Glens
You will see my victory
Beyond the forests and the trees
Look within the sunset
To the rainbow colors and violet subset
The stars they tell~
Of quakes before the somber fell
Over the seas and through the years
They say it with words you cannot hear
The voice within which cannot hear
Will be like the story that has passed oer’ the years
In times of colony
In times of arrival
They saw the day, they saw it coming
Their glorious day of wind
Unwinding and glory flowing
So too will I see
The day when glory is to be
All will notice my fault line through the mid
And say what a beautiful scar ~
The sojourn let us in
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