thunderstorm
A boy is lying on his bed
The sky is gray and black and blue
He's listening to the thunder outside
Neither truly hearing it, nor watching the view
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His head's nearly bursting with all the thoughts
Concerning his moms and dads
Some dead, some evil, some alive but unhappy
it's slowly driving him mad
—
Neal left without saying goodbye
Killian is nothing but some nice guy
Robin's mistake clearly was to die
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Emma is busy all day long
Regina's too hard trying to be strong
With the Evil Queen, it all feels just wrong
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Henry sighs deeply, his head aching again
Wishing himself little once more
It had been just him and Regina back then
He'd longed for a big family—but not for this war