You don’t have to be afraid,
My sweet primrose,
Of the coming storm.
The clouds are rolling in,
And in that gray wave
The Lions of the sky reign.
Their manes, majestic ash,
With roars born
From a clash of light
Fighting to find solid ground.
Look past the lightning,
And listen for the moments
Between the Thunder;
A storm is nothing more
Than a lonely sky
Searching for a home.
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