WHEN I SEE THE HURRICANE

When I see the hurricane,
I run away, I flee,
I do not like the hurricane,
Because drowning is not for me,

There are those who watch in awe,
The gales, the lightning, the rain,
But, I just fear being blown out to sea,
By the nasty hurricane,

So, call me a coward as I run away,
And though  your words cause me some pain,
I know that  I'll be around another day,
To run away  from  another hurricane.