Jennifer Hanson

(Brisbane)

Collateral Damage


The Sweet September Rain
Chased Away The Sun
Darkened Up My Skies
As Sorrow Sweetly Hung

Echoes Of Thunder
Embarked Upon My Ears
Screams From The Storm
Tormentingly I Hear

September Suffers
a Curse Of Much Disaster
Its The Perfect Month
Heartache's Surely After

The Sun Will Never Be As Bright
Smiles Will Never Stay
When We Remember
What Katrina's Took Away

Innocent Lives
Berried Under Rain
The Most Violent And Horrible
Vicious Hurricane

Sweet September
The Month Of Much Demise
The Month We Find Reason
To Over-Flow With Cries

Sweet September
The Heart Of All Our Cries
Simplicity Suffers
As Heartache Over-Rides

Submitted: Sunday, September 18, 2005

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