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In the year 1995
They strengthen up their frame 
It must be sturdy it must strong
To play her deadly game

In the year of 96
Their last year alive 
In month 5 on day 10
They struggle to survive 

Two write books Of that fatal Day
Writing down memories of fear and dismay 
Putting to words how mother earth shook
And speak of 8 souls that mountain took 

Story of the Texan
that mountain could not claim
His story now a legend
Weathers was his name
His fingers black, he had no sight, barely stand at all
What he fought on that mountain, 
his injuries seemed so small 

He made it home from the mountain of hell
To us one day , the story he’d tell
Off that mountain and out of her reach 
He calls for his wife, his sweet little Peach

Late on her peak, storms rolling in
Scott and Rob’s fate , it now sinks in
In worst of storms they climb from her peak 
Peace in death, now all they could seek

She caught his call, Rob’s final one
He hasn’t much time and nowhere to run
Sara the name for his daughter to be
Sweet precious girl he’d never see
 
Up near her peak, strength now gone
Admitting defeat and hope they are wrong 
It is too her fury they must now resign
A peaceful death given in very short time

Me myself, I’ll take a seat 
And think of ones that she still keeps
Before surrender or accepting defeat
They each gave’r hell From 30,000 Feet

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