Forces, they tend to push
the ground can make cracks in the most solid wall

Earthquakes make 6 inch waves
That decimate cities by the time they make landfall

There’s things that make me not myself
they change the air around you and I
they wear, tear, they push, and pull
they cause ominous clouds in our sky

there’s been events that made me wonder
if we’re okay

I want to stand up after any storm
crawl out of debris with clothes on fire

be able to wake up after that stiff blow
shake my head, soldier on, even if we’re tired

I don’t want you to doubt me or us
please don’t let your waters change
I hope you don’t see me differently
if I’m made wet by the rain

I don’t want to ever question
if we’re okay