As I watch while they float across the sky
A warm tear runs down my cheek as I begin to cry
To remember the time a twister came down to destroy the land
In the spot where on my home did stand
I always thought that it wanted me to see
How strong as it was while I was holding onto that oak tree
The noise was loud as it went across the field
To think that this old oak tree was my greatest shield
it’s not the smartest thing that I have ever done
but at that time, I thought I was having so much fun
Now the years have passed and turned so old
When I tell the story, people think that I was so bold
So while I look at the soft and puffy cloud makes its different shape
It still reminds me of the possible death that I did escaped