What's going on in Louisiana is so heartbreaking. i can't even begin to understand that pain. I can't get those images of all those piles of stuff out of my head.
lyrics
When the rain starting falling
We didn’t know
That everything could change
In a storm without a name
The water got in the walls
And flowed down through the halls
It soaked through every fiber of our home
Teddy bears and tennis rackets
The sofa and our favorite chairs
Mattresses and baby blankets
They’re all rotting in the open air
The fridge we bought last year
The books we held so dear
Pillows and fancy shoes
All the things we used to use are gone
Piled up on the curb
Piled up on the curb
Intimate mementos exposed for all to see
The things we used to treasure
Have been turned into debris
Used to think the world was ours
Used to welcome summer showers
Now it’s all submerged and splattered
And all the things that seemed to matter
Washed away
When the rain starting falling
We didn’t know
That our lives would end up so disturbed
Piled up on the curb
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