The morning broke
I was alone
No friends around
My heart a stone
A storm approached
There was no breeze
The day was still
There were no trees
Dark clouds rolled in
A mist did fall
I closed the doors
No one to call
My little house
All safe and dry
Is strong like me
We do not cry
We’ve weathered storms
This house and I
We’ve seen worse gales
Pass us right by
We will survive
We always do
This house and I
We will get through
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