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

The keys are the islands Florida Bay
There a paradise found for all.
The locals all live the life everyday
Only few still may recall.
the sea and its fury when it was torn by the gales
And how nothing stand in its way
Saltwater canyons made of 30 swales
That ashore one labor day

The pressure was the tides on the move.
It was nothing liked we'd ever
Winds from the north waves the south
And a piece of land in between.

We boarded up windows, pulled in our
our havens as safe as could be
We imagine what was to be
would end up in the sea.

II. The storm started coming the was dropping
Large started hitting the beach
Lighting was flashing, timbers were
And safety was out of reach.
The railroad was sent from of Miami
To us but to no avail
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 fear in her
And her fingernails digging like

I whispered I love you as she away
Then sand blasted me in the eye
I found on the top of a tree
placed there by the 20 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 left standing
Every building was 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, someone
I sat by the with my head in my hands
Wondering if I was better off

I had to go on, needed my help
As we mournfully stacked all the
We all a prayer then we lit them on fire
Its an that won't leave my head

IV. Great walls of water some whole
In a between God and Man
Four twenty three lives were the toll
And I will never understand
An 18-foot monument off US 1
With remains of so who died.
Words of remembrance with the etched in bronze
2nd 1935

I am so lucky that I'm to retell
God gave me a final
Nothing of a miracle surviving the gales
As I held to a tree

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