day 17: natural disaster
o mother, cease your endless cries
shush your wails and calm your seas
splash colour in the darkened skies
draw back your tides and save us, please
your almighty hands rose from the shores
and swept our towns into despair
rubble, ruins, shattered floors
misery hanging hot in the air
our streets used to be filled with song
children laughing and playing free
but your waves wrecked us, made it all so wrong
please, we want to go back to how it used to be
o mother, we know we haven't been the best
but we'll repair what we've broken, this is our vow
we pray please give your mighty arms a rest
so we can pick up the pieces of our lives now
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