You took away my memories
You took away my past
You took away the old oak trees
You drown them in your path
I used to play at Ponchatrain
Building castles in the sand
And watched the dancers in the street
Holding onto Daddy's hand
But you took away my childhood
And covered it in mud
You took away my happy days
And tainted them with blood
You took away my memories
You washed them from my sight
You took away my happy dreams
And turned them into fright
Give it all back to me
Build it like before
Make it like it used to be
So I can dream some more
hellicane category: local color
1 comment:
Becky, what a lovely thought put to words about a terrible storm, that layed waste, to a beautiful city. And the destrution in death to its people, and the city they lived in...............beautiful write, thanks for sharing........
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