Traeme Paz
When the pressures pile up
Like shingles on a roof
And the very weight of what must be done
Breaks the back of the one to do
And the thinking ahead
Designed to prepare
Leads to failure
As well as despair
Let me shuck
Each shingled weight
Lighten my load
Until I break
Right on through
Until i sleep
Under open air
Midnight breeze
When I leave my protective shell
Of lists and plans and to-dos
Let the dark clouds send me rain
Bring me peace, wash me through
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