We are standing in the hurricane
Pretending we are safe,
But what used to seem so plain
Now threatens human race.
Every time the wind blows,
We are safe, you say,
But who really knows?
This might be our last day.
We are standing in the hurricane,
Used to be so small,
But once the warning came,
For me, you were all.
My everything,
My anchor,
In the air, there's a flying tanker,
About to tear apart our string.
Our connection is lost,
You are but ashes.
We knew what it could cost.
Now, my memory of you flashes
Before my eyes,
Burns into my mind.
My heart will be covered in ice.
You used to be so kind,
So loving,
So alive.
Now, on I have to be moving.
Oh, how I'd strive,
For you to be mine again.
Mine, like back in the hurricane.
To, only once, turn back time.
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