When the house is Falling down
We look for the cracks
Where the rain gets in
I may have stolen that line
We paper over the cracks at first
But the perfect storm laughs at our shoddy workmanship
And we find ourselves
Shivering and cold in our own home.
The barometer that lies inside us
Does not lie.
It tells us when to go to war,
When to pray
When to seek forgiveness
When to redesign
The maze of our minds
And when to simply wait
For the Sun to reappear.