08-11-2013, 03:04 AM
the radio static of rain on a tin roof
puts old fear in my heart from young days
spent questioning faith and praying
to a being that isn't quite being
safety! grant me safety!
In return I will believe,
I lied to myself.
that no one could hear me,
I was vaguely aware.
the comfort was foreign and fake
but all I had in an unforgiving storm
and for the time, it would do.
[Rain on the tin roof of a trailer sounds to me like white noise from a radio, a being that isn't quite being is describing god. I'm sure there will be something else no one can understand, since this is a pretty simple piece of writing and that seems to be the way it goes on here. Like it, hate it, improvements? I'm open to all. Just don't suggest a rhyme please.]
puts old fear in my heart from young days
spent questioning faith and praying
to a being that isn't quite being
safety! grant me safety!
In return I will believe,
I lied to myself.
that no one could hear me,
I was vaguely aware.
the comfort was foreign and fake
but all I had in an unforgiving storm
and for the time, it would do.
[Rain on the tin roof of a trailer sounds to me like white noise from a radio, a being that isn't quite being is describing god. I'm sure there will be something else no one can understand, since this is a pretty simple piece of writing and that seems to be the way it goes on here. Like it, hate it, improvements? I'm open to all. Just don't suggest a rhyme please.]