Storms rage across the prairie
Try to beat the lightening to the trees.
Warned not to run too fast
Through the raging of the seas.
Surrounded by the violence around me
But used to it all by now.
Sound the horns and grab the bullets
We are about to find out how.
He may not take the news very well
So we’ll need to fall on our knees.
Beg him to understand our desires
While he ignores my needs.
Took a minute to gather my nerve
Then I grabbed a gun.
This was the first time I’ve ever felt it
Inside, I was done.

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