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Gene Autry Live Hurricane Jesse came this way one night; We boarded up windows but kept the light With individual candles in every room And a battery radio with a sonic boom. Then Gene Autry played “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine.” Hearing his words, the kids laughed with frightened voices Mocking bravery tempered by careful teen choices. Indeed, with the howling wind and climate so bad, Why not rattle papa's patience in this hellpad? How do you explain to the cool teenaged child There are things far worse than the weather wild, For human souls can emit tears of mournful cry Which no one hears and having no answer in reply, Yet Gene Autry sang “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine.” Hurricanes, earthquakes, tornadoes alike With all the death and destruction they strike Are nature's way of nurturing new life; Compared to the minds trapped by silent knife Bleeding the cells we so preciously guard, Leaving brains that are permanently scarred By sporadic memories from the past. Forgotten souls, society's outcast. Now nature's fickle weather becomes calm again; Rigid walls, roofs and barricades withstood the strain. Residents so gleeful and dying to go out Into the world of true happiness beyond doubt. Just listen to the words, ye lassies and lads, For someday you will be the moms and dads; When there's a heavy storm brewing and coming along Let your mind kindle the meaning of love in the song That Gene Autry sang, “You are my sunshine, My only sunshine ... ” © Jaymista 2001 |