Not putting up with this shit!

A paper storm to sink your myths
These false doctrines which prophets sip
They tell me how they see me wrong
My rage will strip and shame this song
The tracks of tears that burned my heart
The sting of salt, of bitter smart
They shut me down and turn the screw
I’ll bite my lip and bleed for you
We’ll muscle in and steal the truth
We’ll write our song and burn the roof
A paper storm to shred their myths
What use is life without the risks

All Rights Reserved – Storm Cloud Kitty 2017

If you liked this, try Hope – An Old Campaigner

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Tell Me

Tell me again how close you are
Just inches from my touch
Tell me where to place my tongue
To tip the balance such
That you reach those star worn cliffs
Bathed in rosy glow
Tell me again how close you are
Tell me how far to go.

All Rights Reserved – Storm Cloud Kitty 2017

If you liked Tell Me, read Secret