The Oklahoma Storm:-

When she has been walkin along,
Without a melody or a song.
Humorless lips and cold eyes,
A foggy cloud that softly cries.

She knows when she passes by,
Every single moments that die.
To everyone she is invisible,
To everyone she is inaudible.

Why do people walk on ,
The directions opposite to her??
Was she sustained to be ,
The one for tramples to suffer ??

She knows when she passes by,
Every single moments that die.
To everyone she is invisible,
To everyone she is inaudible.

It is her unusual birthday today,
And no one escorts on her way.
A few words forward to lay,
A wish or hymn whatever they say.

She knows when she passes by,
Every single moments that die.
To everyone she is invisible,
To everyone she is inaudible.

Now she sits alone to think,
of residents that were to sink.
the dusty storm that cut like a knife,
ending Oklahoma on 14th April,1935.