A storms blows
and trees fall,
so does the the night.
The sound of saws lets me know the power will soon be back.
With the morning light,
the bird on the branch sings,
reminding me
the Power never left.
A storms blows
and trees fall,
so does the the night.
The sound of saws lets me know the power will soon be back.
With the morning light,
the bird on the branch sings,
reminding me
the Power never left.