I Talk With My Hands

The sky started falling again last night
I caught what I could and I held it so tight
But most of it crashed on the rocks and the sand
Now words mean nothing
I talk with my hands
I say
The sky started falling, it landed so loud
I covered my ears as the dust rose in clouds
When everything settled the airwaves were jammed
Now words mean nothing
I talk with my hands
I say
The sky started falling, a deafening rain
Prophets shout warnings but all is in vain
Paul Revere’s nightmare comes true in our land
Nobody listens
I talk with my hands
I say