Tornado Man
I wish that I could
Weave a magic spell
Cast out your demons
Wave a magic wand
Seeing you in pain
I long to be your angel
Cover you with my wings.
Guard you from greatest sorrow
Saddest day may bring.
Protect your tender mind, so fine
So gentle, more real than all the rage
You have a power few achieve
God-given gift of empathy
You heal my broken wings...
Flying for both, such an impossible dream.
Let’s save them for a stormy day...
When flying is all that’s left
Screaming we leave our nest.
Wade into the crystal stream
Of clarity and confidence
Let it pour, if it never gently rains
Tornado man
Mark of Cain is terrible blessing
It cannot be erased in deluge of pain.
Your brother's keeper for his soul to save
Your troubles alone, the gifts God gave
To be most merciful, ever be alone
In storm cellars of blood, dust, and bones.
But for me you shine, such a splendid sun
Tornados are fair weather, where you reign
The vortex, the death zone where you belong.
© Amrita Valan 2014
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