Give-R Hell
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
Copyright © Ronda Seymour | Year Posted 2023
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