More and moreover 
On and on
The wind blows
The clouds darken

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The lightning strikes
The rain pours 

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The storm brews

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There's nowhere to hide
The dust is angry
It pounds on the doors
Hits the Windows
Trying to get inside

The desks are trembling
On shaky legs
The books shiver up there spines
There's nowhere to hide

The ceiling is scared
From the dust as strong as a tractor
The ceiling is sick
It's shaking
Sick form swaying
Struggling to stand
It crumbles
There's nowhere to hide

For a second there I thought you reappeared.

It rains a lot this time of year.

We both go together when one falls down.

I talk out loud like you're still around.

I stand
With my hay so stale
I stand
With my arms so sore
I stand
with my back so strait
I stand

I stand
With a head full of sorrow
I stand
With no hope of rescue
I stand
Bound by a fate
I stand