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I was but a boy Aged five It was so long ago Yet I remember like it was yesterday A little blue house with a big green lawn There in the living room window was the pale face of a frightened boy It was my face staring back at me Outside There was an eerie summer wind blowing in And the grass swayed to the rhythm of the wind Sounding in my ears like music It was like the trumpets of war joining Heaven’s choir All just for me while I stood still, staring out my living room window The horrid expression upon my face said it all Loud and clear I knew something coming But I didn’t know what All I could do was wait I see through my childish eyes now I see the tall pines that bend and sway to the might of the eerie summer wind across the street I see the tall blade grass in the yard sway to the will of the oncoming danger The music is getting louder The language spoken by the choir is unknown Yet I the message is clear The choir chants for its arrival And out from the ground, it came