The storm is getting worse
The seas are becoming wild
This is a horrible curse
Through the eyes of a child

The wind was a howling
Lightning shooting through the trees
While the children were cowering
Waiting for a simple breeze

Rain lashing against their face
The wind biting to the core
Wanting there mothers embrace
Relieved to reach the door

Indoors was there target
Shelter from the storm
The children have made it
How lovely and warm

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.10.2010

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