A Hymn of Floodwater

*Keep your hands above your head
Keep your hands above your head!
Oh, your hands may be dirty
But don't let them sink below again

Keep your hands above your head
Keep your hands above your head!
Oh, your hands may be dirty
But wash them in the sink instead*

Well I had to burn the bark
And I watched the sparks illuminate
As the sun wound down
I saw my skin dull with age

The warmth from the flame's
Been converted into ash
And I fear this scribbled map
Has gone sour a few miles back

Maybe this wandering
Is a stage for strange comeuppance
In the perfect inferno
I'd never be able to tell the difference
If I'm present within these woods
I must have sprung from somewhere
And it's clear the clearing up ahead
Is a place for my route to be repaired

Lit by the morning
It's time to rectify my quest
All this harbored grief and near repose
Are about to intersect

The view beyond the glade
Shows the flood will still sprawl
But if that's where I stand
I don't want to know where I'll fall



Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Franklin, Kaden Johanson
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