Torn Apart

by Jinnie   Sep 3, 2004


As I sit and wonder
A sense of distant thunder
A storm is gathering on winds of terror and no defense
uneasy everywhere, strife and despair
lightning strikes, death is clear
I wonder if its coming here

** My dad wrote this as he was watching the news on a stormy night, please vote and comment **

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