Oh oh, she said
Some wind is coming our way
Stay quiet, she prayed
Whispering quietly as she lay:
Be still dear soul
Hold it, don't let it go
Always repeats the answers
The answer always is a no
But she grasp as it blows
No, to who she wonder
As her beat became stronger
Her breathe electric the thunders
She screamed and fall under
As her freedom tried to fly
Sacred roof was abide
And as the windows was closed
Deep down in the essence of mind
She'll try again next time
The tornado in her core must not die
