Born Scorpio boy
Chased by storms
Always safe
Rush out of bed
Tornado is dead
In its wake, sunlight
The land in uproot
Taken down south
To a hurricane town
Fallen down bombs
Wishing for snowbound home
Robbed by time
The shadows of birds
Fortune's won and lost
And still, I'm wandering
Wandering
Wandering
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