Hurricane Ivan

Was the wise man wrong
To say I belong?
In the eye of the storm
She hurls her wrath from above
Remembering when
She was in love
Behold as she forms
The soothing sound of the storm
Lures me back to where I belong
She fell from the wing of a dove
Flirted with chance, gave it a shove
Her heart it shone so bright
Remembering then the wise man was right
Behold as she forms
The soothing sound of the storm
Lures me back to where I belong