Valor =
Blue
Atticus =
Navy
'tis like the day after tomorrow, faces distort with sorrow
looting for food, the neighborhoods gone, none to borrow
the aftermath is insane, so many people katrina has slain
destroyed beyond recognition, polluted souls with no names
people evacuated quickly, and family members missing
soulful humans making it to the shelter, with siblings not listing
feared dead, but they pray to the savior for there safety
but it's hard after the devastation to pray for help lately
your property is under water, air temperature getting hotter
can't swim because the water is polluted with gas, oil and copper
why were'nt we warned to the fullest elevation, why such hatred
her army came from no where, thousands were to die i hate this
how come no one stepped up, or even attempted to say shit?
In greatness, dances the rains with winds.
Reigning the floor...souring the stage in sync,
hand in hand... My, how beautifully they land.
Intuitively sits a smile... The two hate to dance.
Room sits with jaws long, an awe sat stunned.
Watch the two fuse together, then fall as one.
Croud drownding in the blanks of speculation's gaze,
unaware in their eyes lies a lie emulating a hate.
Audience bows to the raw talents that cloud,
cover, shelter the weather and get lost in the now.
After their dance, all sea the real song...
As notes tickle the dammed and fiddle a kiss from Katrina.