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Late one
summer afternoon,
During a heavy, dark monsoon,
People crying as they pray,
Everything is washed away.
Rivers
rising over banks,
Some are cursing, some give thanks,
Most are watching in dismay,
Everything is washed away.
Some are
hopeful; some are not,
Trying to save the things they've got,
But for most, by end of day,
Everything is washed away.
Now it's
over and it's past,
Desolation, very vast,
All around is death, decay,
Everything is washed away.
Try to
pick up and go on,
(After darkness comes the dawn),
Don't know what to do or say,
Everything is washed away.
Strength
and courage are a must,
When they say, "In God we trust",
Hearts of valour, feet of clay,
Everything is washed away.
Time has
passed and they look back,
Thinking of that cruel attack,
How they felt that awful day,
Everything was washed away.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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