A storm rages and rains, wind blows and swirls

Trees are uprooted and branches broken

Homes wrecked wounding little boys and girls

Never an ill word of the storm is spoken

Lives ever shattered pretend all is well

Though hurts run deep into each soul

Fear gripping each victim like a magical spell 

Masks on all keeping appearance the goal

No one can know the damage the storm wrought 

The hollowed out souls who act like normal

Broken boards, crumbled foundations on each lot

Never able to support a happy home at all

But pretending was the goal, never admit the storm

Each carrying his own burden silently the norm