The rain's been tumbling from the sky ,
the rivers now are very high .
The cyclone came in like a train
to outback stations without a name
But where's the place called exodus
there's are no roads to take a bus
Oh fear In flight , something's not right
There's a flood we're in its flight
All right , its like what do we do ,
We live with fear of drowning too .
On streets the rivers running fast ,
For a while there the rain had passed
and in waiting rooms no one waits
except crocodiles from the lakes .
Many dangers but we'll be fine
soon the sun will return to shine .
When the sun shines down on our heads
and oysters are back in their beds
we can say from fear we'll be free
where storms won't trouble you or me .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-03-12 04:40:56
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