I picked up a song today, done by local musicians, on the tragedy at Peak's Cove this past September (a small tragedy compared to Iraq, but a tragedy none the less). When hurricane Ivan came through, there was a mudslide in western North Carolina that took 5 lives. This song is called "Feathers on the Wind" and is written by George Reeves and Lee Ladensack. It certainly brought a tear to my eye.
Here's a verse and chorus:
At the foot of Fish Hawk Mountain, in a holler called Peak's Cove,
Becky lit a candle off the pilot of her stove,
The strongest storm in years had knocked the power out that night.
So she held her child and they huddled round the light.
Becky's husband Brian was working late again,
Helping with the rescue squad, the calls kept pouring in.
Knowing that his pregnant wife and son were safe at home
He thought about the happy days to come, but.....
The thread of life is thin, it changes like the weather
We fly through time together, just like feathers on the wind
And only angels know how hard that wind will blow
or when the flight is coming to an end.
(Becky survived, but her son and unborn child did not.)