There Is More To Moore
Although I have never experienced a tornado or lost a loved one to a storm,
I was moved by the spirit and resilience of the people of Moore Oklahoma.
In May there comes an evil wind
That's worst than flood or fire
It carries off our will to live
And crushes life's desire
This time of year, is free from fear
In most lands that I know of
But living here, the price is dear
Losing those we all love
When spring arrives, it's beautiful
The best month of the season
But, tempest grow, we all know
The sky fills fast with treason
To run and hide seems futile
When warnings come to late
Found in its path, the after math
Is something that won't wait
Why do you live here,
We are often asked
We live here, cause we love here
It's our future and our passed
We are not leaving
And we are not alone
Truly there's no other place
That we could call our home
So we morn our children
Neighbors , family, friends
Then join our hands in humble pray
And build our town again
What I see when I look at your face
Is a reason for believing
And in your eyes, I see that you
Have no thoughts of leaving
There is no right or wrong
'Cause the future is elusive
But our love, Is always strong
Though sometime seams abusive
I love you dear, forever, The Saints all know it's true
So my spirit shall endeavor, to see this romance through
I know you don't like kissing, and I don't care to hug
I guess we show affection with a little push and shove
And when death comes Knocking
We will meet him at he door
And we will send him packing
Like he never saw before
And if you go, or I go first
There is no need for sorrow
'Cause just like yesterday
I will seek you out tomorrow
New
Comein' off the farm
in the heartland of the south
Surviving through the war
Now searching for myself
Some say I should forget
And return to simply living
Turn my other cheek
And spend my life forgiving
Chorus
But I really can't
No matter how I try
I see my brothers faces, Each time I close my eyes
It's riddled through my spirit
and rips my soul asunder
The fact that I feel guilty
Isn't any wonder
instrumental
So I'm back here on the farm
planting sin by sin
Hoping for the day
Life begins again
Chorus
But I really can't
No matter how I try
I see my brothers faces, Each time I close my eyes
It's riddled through my spirit
and rips my soul asunder
The fact that I feel guilty
Isn't any wonder
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