Post by J. T./Jessica on Apr 16, 2012 12:10:19 GMT -5
"Hurricane", Leon Everette.
I was born in the rain of the Pontchartrain, Underneath that Louisiana moon. Don't mind the strain of the hurricane, She comes 'round every June. That high black water, she's the devil's daughter, She's hard and she's cold and she's mean. But we finally taught her that it takes a lot of water To wash away New Orleans.
"This is all so... right. What if it's a dream?" "Then we remember when we wake... Remember and find each other."