Your Love Is Like a Hurricane, and Chattanooga Is Like a Tree

We confess to night that we've walked in a spirit of independence. And i declare you're beginning to strategically put family together for the sake of the globe experiencing a win. Your love is like a hurricane, and I am a tree bending beneath weight of your wind and mercy. Yala mo sortitikis. Yala mando cosavebikand away make us wind.