Whispers of the Storm
Now she is wondering
Looking for mom and dad
Scream Little Girl Scream
He is scared
Trying to escape the terrible wind
Run Little Boy Run
Her kid was lost
Under the rubble and Debris
Cry Mom Cry
He sat on what was left of the porch
He sat on what was left of his heart
Die Dad Die
And even though the storm told them these things
They lived on
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