The Gray Man
The Gray Man
The wind blows but I stay
The rain screams but I look on
The water surges and people scream
I sit, I stay
I cannot leave
I cannot help
The storm is here
The catastrophe comes
I can only help the ones that do not know
I can only warn them of the danger
Will they listen?
Whoever will know
I am just the Gray Man
That has to stay
That has to look on
That cannot help
For I was one of them
But was never found
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