Pushing farther to invade the town,
Rushing and hurrying to flood the ground,
Come the rains a-pouring down.
I can hear the snarling cat-like sound,
Coming from winds violently a-swirling round,
Have mercy on this torn and helpless land,
Of this I cannot much longer stand.
I do not wish to longer stay,
This seems to be my final day.
I now see whole buildings flying past,
I believe now my life will not much longer last.
I am quite sure I am going to die,
Before I get the chance, to say to you "Goodbye."
Understand though, these my final words are few,
Just know, I'll be watching over you.