The Gulf

Just below the Bayou And to the left of Tampa Bay Is a place of peace and a breathtaking view Where tourists dare to stay This place is the Gulf of Mexico Ask anyone, they have heard News of the storm that will not go And that everyone there is hurt Darkness has turned this place Into a floating hell Families hurt, animals killed And for what, an oil spill? My God, we watch from afar In disbelief of the odds That such a horrible card Could be played by man, not God Regardless of where you live today It affects us as a whole Remember this place when you pray Let the nightmare for all, be told