2015
Though eyes have not seen it
Mouth have spoken it
All hearts have conceived it
From the suckling child to the grey heads
What great calamity is coming our way?
They say the storm is coming
Yes, it is true
I can feel the wind so wild; it is blowing the roof away
The lightning strikes and the thunder booms
I would run, I would run
But where would I run to
Will I leave my father's house and run away?
Who will be here to protect it?
Help! Help!! Somebody please help.
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