15. The flood years

This is your world, you can take it or leave
Make your own way boy, no need to believe
I’ve tried to stay true, but it’s slipping away
When you’re not here to defend, what is there to say?
Hear my cry, hear me cry

This is your world, politically cut
The hard ones survive, the rest just give up
I’m weary of wearing another one’s credo
Give me something I know I can know
Hear my cry, hear me cry

Where were you when the floods came?
I was nearly washed away
Where were you when the earth shook
When my ground was taken away?
Who was left to explain?
What was I supposed to say?
It was just a big mistake
Anyone can have a bad day
Where were you?

This is your world, for better or worse
The richer stay richer, the poor are the purse
It’s getting too big, it’s out of my hands
What can I say if I don’t understand?
Hear my cry, hear me cry

Oh my dear Lord, I have to protest
My my my dear Lord, please grant me rest