a poem for texas!

it's like the morning after battle
and there's nothing left to see
just the sound of the birds, singing sweet melodies
and the remnants of the past, are lying there still
like the statue of mary, whose lost her will
and i hear that the river is about to flood

and the grass may be green but for now it's just mud
but there's still hope in the day as long as the sun

has risen again and a new day has come
and we've lost so many of our loved ones
but we go on anyways