A tornado never hurts those, on the east side of the river.

It hits the water, picks it up, gets weighed down then it withers.

But it's not weather events, that make me so unhappy in the west.

When it comes to tornado alley, the weathers probably the best.

Because you're there spinning, wreaking havoc, picking up that fateful water, but never slowing down, oh father it just floods you out...

And yells turn into shouts, turn into screams, so far it seems that you, never even considered, my mom's side of the river...

She knows it's not your fault, but she's not safe, between these walls and, now it's time to cross the valley, out of tornado alley...

Too far east it's constant rain, and the risk of hurricanes...

But that's too hard to explain, when you're running far away...

But the hurricane aren't that bad, not even in the east...

When I still have to go home, that problems probably least...

Because you're there spinning, wreaking havoc, spraying that fateful water, but never slowing down, oh mother it just floods me out...

And yells turn into shouts, turn into screams, so far it seems that you, never even considered, my own side of the river...

I knows it's not your fault, but I'm not safe, between these walls and, now it's time to cross the valley, back to tornado alley...


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