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Winds were picking up again Another storm was due Would it be just like Katrina Or would it just be an F2? Windows boarded, cars filled up Mandatory evacuation Leaving their homes to stand Alone in a dangerous situation Among it all a flower Grabbing on to gods green earth Just flexing with the winds that blow Waiting for the new storms birth The storm will hit, the levees break Again FEMA is on sight And just like every other time They never get it right Each time the water comes in Another parish, another town No one comes back home to claim What Mother Nature just beat down Among it all a flower Grabbing on to gods green earth Just flexing with the winds that blow Waiting for the new storms birth Another storm, another season Another choice to make Do we come back home again this time? Or would that be a big mistake? Do we take the brunt of natures force? Stay, and not know if we will die? Do we stay here and ride out the storm? Do we take the chance to die? And through it all a flower Rides the storm out to the end I pray that those who choose to stay Were like the flower and could bend.
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Another Storm, another season
Winds were picking up again Another storm was due Would it be just like Katrina Or would it just be an F2? Windows boarded, cars filled up Mandatory evacuation Leaving their homes to stand Alone in a dangerous situation Among it all a flower Grabbing on to gods green earth Just flexing with the winds that blow Waiting for the new storms birth The storm will hit, the levees break Again FEMA is on sight And just like every other time They never get it right Each time the water comes in Another parish, another town No one comes back home to claim What Mother Nature just beat down Among it all a flower Grabbing on to gods green earth Just flexing with the winds that blow Waiting for the new storms birth Another storm, another season Another choice to make Do we come back home again this time? Or would that be a big mistake? Do we take the brunt of natures force? Stay, and not know if we will die? Do we stay here and ride out the storm? Do we take the chance to die? And through it all a flower Rides the storm out to the end I pray that those who choose to stay Were like the flower and could bend.
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
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