Red Sky at Morning
And you were born in the churning storm
Following the warning.
Violence in the wind,
You board up your windows,
In limbo again
While the tempest rages-
Your most-valuables
Barricaded in cages.
Red Sky at Morning
Blink away your warnings.
Red Sky at Mourning
These are your days of turning,
Unfurl your sails, still forming
Warm yourself in the light of day,
Put your face into the tide
Get your strides underway
These howling winds will pass
You are seaworthy, and your hull
Will remain intact
Red Skies never last,
The sun’s fury sets
This too shall pass.
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