Dream (or the memory) of a tunder...

We are upset
The tempest it’s getting closer
Hold your dear ones
Promise them
that you will be there
for your flesh
Scaring away the mosquito
Holding the hand of your sister

Remain calm
Above all
 justice will prevail
No resignation
No pain
No evil through the door
Get sleepy
Take the sweetest dream under your pillow

Come home before the dawn
There is some fresh apple pie on the oven
No one gets behind
We aren´t forgetting
Just forgiving
the storm it’s coming
You better make sure to take shelter
Acknowledge your truth