In the bright sunshine of
A hot Summer’s day in late June
Lay a young man waiting on a bench
Waiting for his mother to come
Come back for him
Then suddenly a rushing river
Came upon him like a swarm of bees;
He broke down in tears
Tears everlasting and breathtaking l
Wondrous and worrisome to his mom!
He couldn’t stop
Stop stop stop!
The gushing volcano of water
Pouring down his face
To this day it’s a mystery
To this day, it’s a quandary
Yo this day, on that day,
The floods came and went
