I will scream from the rooftops;
And you will adjust your earphones.
I will go in yet again;
And you will continue the conversation.
I will tell you have trampled my heart;
And you will look at your shoes in wonder.
I will bring destruction sometimes;
And you will make a movie about it.
I will tell you of my soil erosion;
And you will make gods out of it.
I will get stained many times, from all the blood ;
And you will sing a National Anthem
I will stand in front of you ablaze;
And you will say you smell smoke.
Until……
~ Rhea
