Friday, November 16, 2012
Super Storm Sandy
Broken battered, torn and tattered
Dreams that mattered, washed off shore
Whiling, weeping, barely sleeping
Grim is reaping; we cry, '...what for?'
Mustering up that bravery stuff
Yet, respecting mother nature's war
With head to the sky not wandering why
We can try to love to the core.
Dreams that mattered, washed off shore
Whiling, weeping, barely sleeping
Grim is reaping; we cry, '...what for?'
Mustering up that bravery stuff
Yet, respecting mother nature's war
With head to the sky not wandering why
We can try to love to the core.
