Before the brontide
The petrichor left you petrified
You push away precipitate
You're drawn to drought and dry ground
But douse and downburst drown your doubt
Abnegate or acclimate
Don't run away from this
Don't leave another gift unwrapped
You were made to be loved.
Quit clenching up your fists
With open palms and open lips, understand
You were made to be loved
We circumnavigate
Still-life, manmade waterways
Where the spirit speaks my name
The Beaufort breaks now
And all the weathervanes are down.
Abnegate or acclimate
Don't run away from this
Don't leave another gift unwrapped
You were made to be loved.
Quit clenching up your fists
With open palms and open lips, understand
You were made to be loved