From the recording For The Poor (Deluxe)
Devin Canfield - Acoustic Guitar & Vocals
Written, Performed, Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Devin Canfield
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Lyrics
Hurricane rain by my windows
Painting thunder right outside my doors
I am calling
I know You hear me
We have issues
Its hard to believe
Mothers, Fathers
Be forgiving
Always learning
Call upon the Lord
Brothers, Sisters
Be forgiving
Always learning
Call upon the Lord
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna steal your soul
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna tear us apart
Politicians always lying
Everyones distracted by the news
Sure as hell I reached the poison that they buried deep inside the mind
They are subtle secrets used to reason with feral children who’s love is on the line inside broken homes with deep confusion
A cumbersome sign of the times
Mothers, Fathers
Be forgiving
Always learning
Call upon the Lord
Brothers, Sisters
Be forgiving
Always learning
Call upon the Lord
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna steal your soul
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna tear us apart
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna steal your soul
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna tear us apart
Break us apart
They’ll never tear us apart
They don’t know us
...Tear us apart
...Break us apart
They’ll never tear us apart
They don’t know us
...Tear us apart
...Break us apart
They’ll never tear us apart
They don’t know us
...Tear us apart
...Break us apart
They don’t know us
...Tear us apart
...Break us apart
We walk the way
There is a hurricane coming
They wanna steal our souls
There is a hurricane coming
They'll never tear us apart