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“Lean back”
“No lean forward”
The water gushes and churnes
Beneath the silver hull
The wind racing through tendrils of blonde
Santa Claus and sleigh bells in hundred degree heat
Laughing boys with new bikes tearing up the street
Snowmen and reindeer just don’t seem to match
With the crack of the willow and screams of ‘catch’
I come from a land smothered in smoke.
Unable to see me while I choke.
I come from a land of hot sands, animals and man.
People Crying, animals dying and me silent.
You see my country on the news.
I come from a land smothered in smoke.
Unable to see me while I choke.
I come from a land of hot sands, animals and man.
People Crying, animals dying and me silent.
You see my country on the news.
I come from a land smothered in smoke.
Unable to see me while I choke.
I come from a land of hot sands, animals and man.
People Crying, animals dying and me silent.
You see my country on the news.
I saw upon yonder, a tree standing alone,Upon a hill, so stony and cold.I wandered that hill up to the tree,And to my surprise, the tree said to me,
I walked out onto my verandah one day,It was at a place I’d gone to stay.You wouldn’t believe what blocked my way,It was a bloody big Funnel-web Spider.
I walked out onto my verandah one day,It was at a place I’d gone to stay.You wouldn’t believe what blocked my way,It was a bloody big Funnel-web Spider.
Your home is silent, full of peace.
Just you and your thoughts.
Just you.
As you open the door, there are so many things going on.
Screaming.
Crying.
Forest fires.
And so the shot went off,
The ringing in my head
When will this nightmare stop?
My friends, all left for dead
