This journey was horrible, my needs were dire,
Resources dried up, lightening strikes caused fires.
Rapidly raging burning out of control,
Being corrected by a system that doesn’t have a soul.
Mother Nature put her hand down and her hand was heavy,
And my heart got broke like the New Orleans levees.
All of the coasts I knew got washed away,
A few faded in and out to this day.
The one I needed, the one that plagues my mind,
Is the same one who just didn’t have the time.
I asked for the strength and security of a ladder,
Tsunamis coming and things were getting badder.
All and all I guess the Queen couldn’t cope,
Throwing strings here and there when I needed a rope.
But I stopped being mad cause I know its going to get better,
With a sign I’m stood on a roof getting wetter.
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