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The Storm of the
(the 1935 Labor Day song)
Words and by Chris Foster January 9th 2003.

The keys are the islands along Bay
There a paradise for most all.
The all live the fine life everyday
Only few alive may recall.
the sea and its fury when it was torn by the gales
And how nothing could in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 swales
That came one labor day

The pressure was falling the on the move.
It was nothing we'd ever seen
Winds from the north waves from the
And a small piece of in between.

We boarded up windows, pulled in our
our havens as safe as could be
We couldn't imagine was to be
Everything end up in the sea.

II. The storm started coming the pressure was
waves started hitting the beach
Lighting was flashing, were flying
And was clear out of reach.
The railroad was from south of Miami
To rescue us but to no
A wave washed the train cars right off of the
And it ate 30 of the rail

The knock me over I grabbed my sister
And she to me for her young life
She couldn't hang on despite in her eyes
And her fingernails digging knives

I I love you as she drifted away
Then some blasted me in the eye
I refuge on the top of a tree
placed by the 20 foot tide.

III I the next morning after being unconscious
The storm of the century had
The slow falling rain mixed with tears in my
As I wondered who all last
No blade of grass no tree standing
building was washed out to sea
Dazed and I stood comprehending
What my told me to see.

Where is my family, where is my
They were nowhere in sight, said
I sat by the water my head in my hands
Wondering if I was better off

I had to go on, they needed my
As we stacked all the dead
We all said a prayer then we lit them on
Its an image that leave my head

IV. Great of water swallowed some whole
In a between God and Man
Four hundred three lives were the toll
And I will never quite
An 18-foot stands off US 1
With of so many who died.
Words of remembrance with the etched in bronze
September 2nd

I am so lucky that I'm to retell
God gave me a reprieve
Nothing short of a miracle surviving the
As I desperately held to a

Now I share the memory with family and
Sleepless nights sure have my life
Remembering all of the lost that day
Is a that cuts like a knife.