We Might Just Save Our Lives

cold winds

blow over the southern store

watching the clouds

waiting for the rain

hoping the winds don’t come knocking

then feeling ignored, blow down your door

sometimes seeming to be a bore

staring into a sulky skies

when the darkness comes

and the children begin to cry

when the sun recedes

and the clouds begin to bleed

neighborhoods torn apart

the rains come in sheets

where do I start

streams to rivers to seas

is there any hope left

welcome to H-town

I do believe there’s much to see

when we look to the sky

long before the helicopters arrive

maybe

we might

just save our lives