Grab my hand push through the door, we don't live here anymore.
Take the pictures, take the cat but run away and don't look back.
The sky is angry don't you see, it knows when things need balancing.
It hears the rivers and the lakes cry out aloud, "
For heaven's sake!
Who will save us from the sun who shines all day to dry us up?"
Flood doesn't discriminate; it took our shack and your estate.
There's nothing left for us to do but lose it all and start anew.
We watched our homes turn into
boats that barely helped us stay afloat.
We tried buckets, we tried sands, we tried praying to the land.
But land is weak, it holds no sway – water always gets its way.