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I
feel the wind hurling across my face
The glass window broken, tearing down the lace
A tornado has struck, with no warning to me
The Silent Wind has struck unmercifully
The Silent Wind can be so deceiving too
What if I could hear it like other people do?
But I'm in a world of silence and of fear
Danger lurches, but I don't know it is near
I'm crying for help now, as sirens must roar
The police are crashing right through my front door
The Silent Wind has yielded terror and maim
thankfully, I am safe, and not in any pain
How I look ahead when there will be a time
No more tornadoes, a promise of no more crime
The Bible tells of such a wonderful hope
So with the Silent Wind, I now try to cope
©1999
Ann R. McCartney
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