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The 'wind in
the willows'
Is not what this is,
With fury and passion,
Destruction here lives.
It blows
from above
And blows from beyond,
And blows until all
That we have is gone.
All that
we've worked for and all that we have,
Is gone in the blink of an eye,
So we must have courage and never give in,
We will make it, if only we try.
'Round
and 'round
And 'round it goes,
And where it will stop,
Well, no one can know.
The trees
are uprooted,
The roof all but gone,
We hide in the cellar,
And hear the strange song.
There
once was a time when life was so good,
And this was the best place to be,
The sun always shone and the air was so warm,
And a light breeze did drift through the
trees.
Now we
pray that our loved ones
Are hiding somewhere,
We cradle our children
Because they are scared.
And when
it is over
We look everywhere,
It seems we are left
With the clothes we wear.
A moment
ago we had a fine home,
With everything there in its place,
And then in an instant our whole world has
changed,
We see naught but a large empty space.
We search
through the rubble
For most of the day,
And then we are told
There's more wind on the way.
Our
strength is ne'er gone,
And we're getting discouraged,
We feel beaten down,
And we're losing our courage.
We know
that one day our lives will resume,
Let's cherish each day that is new,
And try to find comfort by helping our friends,
Thanking God that we all made it through.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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