In times of dire need
We lick our wounds and feed
When caught unawares
We make repairs
And defiantly proceed.

Development is slow
Decide which way to go
If you look down
You’ll see the ground
Be sure of what you know.

You can no longer move
Got nothing left to prove
No thoughts of hate
And thoughts of pain remove.

Tearing through your brain
A storm of burning rain
The storm will pass
You can bet your ass
And what you don’t lose
You’ll gain.