in regard to storms

the storm is the easy part
that’s the part we survive
lock ourselves in a basement
keep our families alive

it’s when the smoke clears
that the pain starts to come
the mourning the sadness
when everything’s numb

that we wander and wonder
and we want to give in
because everything’s ruined
worse than it’s ever been

but soon the clouds part
and the sun comes to shine
familiar voices return
and we know we’ll be fine

we’re alive that’s what matters
half a house or none at all
we have plenty of hammers
no storm makes us small

we swing hard and we smile
we laugh and we play
more storms might be coming
but we’re choosing to stay

I wrote this when I was in kindergarten, so somebody owes me a boatload in royalties

If you wanna play house, you’ve got to wear her blouse; kool-aid.
If you don’t wanna frown, frown way upside down; kool-aid.
Don’t ask why, don’t ask why, don’t ask why; kool-aid.

If you got a bad bruise, you can’t find your shoes; kool-aid.
When nap time is done and you wanna run; kool-aid.
Don’t ask why, don’t ask why, don’t ask why; kool-aid.

If your toy is gone and you wanna play on; kool-aid.
When you forget your snack, you won’t need to look back; kool-aid.
Don’t ask why, don’t ask why, don’t ask why; kool-aid.