Is This Real
The wind whispers in the woman's ear. She stands and looks but nobody is here. As the wind strengthens the house shakes. She screams for her life, running for the basement. The door is locked. She cried the softest saddest little cry, prays to God not to take her life. The door opens and what does she see. An angel that said...
Come with me
To live another day
I'll protect you
That's all I can say
The woman followed
With nothing but joy
There they go
Trying to stay alive
She looks around
To see if this is real
And wake's up
To notice that
The tornado was the real deal
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