Rain is a lullaby
and thunder is a group hug.
Dreams are dirt,
sweep them under the rug.
And they say, girl,
why do you hate parades?
Dark is an adjective,
not necessarily a color.
A house is shelter,
not necessarily a cover.
And they say, girl,
why do you hate parades?
Smiles are a funny thing
and laughter is hilarious.
I smile sometimes
when I am delirious.
And they say, girl,
why do you hate parades?
And I say, girl,
I was just never good at charades.
(©CaseyReneeKiser2007)
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