Slow this hurricane-

It keeps us running,

Baby-

Falling faster than the rain;

Makes us change

Everything-

We've ever bottled

Remedies for.

I swear-

It was like the back of my hand,

But you're falling faster,

And I can't stand

To catch you.

I'm too weak-

And you knocked all my faith

Out of my hands.

Run little boy,

As fast as you can.

Run little boy,

Leave me stranded

To pick up the pieces

To heal and to mend-

To beg God

To put it back together again.