Baby, Let it all hang out

The racing clouds that day were dark,
all yellow, purple, black.
The wind drove them across the sky -
rain screaming on it's back!
The waves climbed up the wind like smoke
then fell like an avalanche -
Smashing, churning, crushing
each thing in their path.

Driven by the wicked wind,
giving way to nothing,
the storm rolled on across the land
to sow death and destruction.
The dogs they howled and children cried
while grown men, no longer brave,
fell on their knees to pray and beg
for mercy on that day.

New Orleans died, New Orleans! we cried. New Orleans, good bye.

Women gathered families close
around them and then cried,
Dear Jesus, Can you hear us?
Please hide us by your side!
If it be thy will for us
to join you on this day,
please take us all together
was their prayer that day.

Like an evil cowboy with his whip,
the wind drove the storm higher.
The rain was pounding on it's back,
the lightening was like fire.
No rescue came,
the death bell rang
a hundred thousand times.
Shattered families, torn apart,
all cried to hear it chime.

New Orleans died, New Orleans! we cried. New Orleans, good bye

And then the raging of the storm
fell to the earth below
where humans found it in themselves
and fires began to glow.
Those left behind forgot their prayers
and anger rose inside
as they looked at the buses
and the taxis left behind.

Then the hunger, shock and thirst
became their driving force
they did what was needed
to survive, to go the course.
The pain, the loss and grief torn cries
filled heaven with their need.
Cries were heard 'round the world -
and all the world now grieved.

New Orleans died, New Orleans! we cried. New Orleans, good bye.

Like Babel, now confusion reigns
as people send their aid
to those with nothing left on earth.
When will they all be safe?
How quickly can we help them,
those with nothing, all alone,
wandering all around the earth
with no place to call home?

New Orleans died, New Orleans! we cried. New Orleans, good bye.

Don't ask me, this stuff just falls out of my pen sometimes.