Answer:
Extremely dangerous,
Potentially Deadly,
Forever in our minds
Run away, Run away.
The storm is getting worse,
Race to flee death began,
Water starts to rise,
Run away, Run away.
Turning my back on typhoon skies,
A pestilent past,
I pitch my mistakes into a forgiving wind.
Standing barefoot at the edge of apologies,
Coastal... High above,
The storm grows bizarre O maddened sea ,
rattling the mast.
