All the screaming you do

All the thrashing and aching

Nobody listens, nobody comforts

It gets lost in the echo.

The bird whimpers at night

Pleading for shelter from the hail.

You slam the door shut,

Afraid that it is going to ruin your upholstery.

Its sounds get lost in nature's echo.

Nobody can be heard in a storm

You must fend for yourself

Before the echo dies down.

Pull yourself together,

Pick up those broken pieces of your soul 

And fight for yourself 

From the insults, the threats, the raging storm

Before you get lost.

Before you get pummeled by the storm.