May 3rd

In May of '99 My city went pitch black Sounds from beyond Like bombs over Iraq An F5 tornado ripped Through the alley Tearing homes apart Leaving debris in the valley Winds whipped around With a devastating force Leaving 42 dead In its demolitioned course Telephone poles Uprooted from the ground Roaring through the sky A breath taking sound Scared under a table My safety route was planned The next day in the paper Headlines read WASTELAND Next day at school Alot on my mind Prayed for the lost And those they couldn't find Now when you say tornado Only one thing can be heard Remember the day Known as May 3rd