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Dedicated To: Chrisy Marie Ruiz

Dear Lord up so high, I question as to why, death is in the air When a child of your creation, pays a visit every year Mother Nature is her name, has a will all her own You pay no favorites Lord, for you give it to one and all Soon the season will adorn, our beautiful Gulf Coast shore Along the southern borders, in the good old USA I recall, oh so well, the memories are still so fresh Of the loss of life and home, we suffered just last year The daughter of your thoughts, bore some children, recently In a season, we'll remember, for all eternity Evil in their sinister ways, much like the ones, who ran away Katrina and Rita are the names, which will live forever In the minds of those infected, by the storms of last September Dear Lord, to you, so high above, I say a silent prayer If you would ask your Daughter, to keep her anger down Let's not repeat the season, that we suffered just months ago And give us time to heal the pain, that remains with us today