The waters of the Cumberland began to rise and rise
The news reports show the landowners, homeowners, business owner's tears they cry
Lives built from hard work, suffering and pain
Washed away by a weekend of non-stop rain
Many will look forward
Many will look back
Many have the fortitude to rebuild and move on
But many more have the lack
Many affected will blame an unloving, uncaring God
Some will use it as a chance to grow
For me it's just another time I ask why?
And another question with an answer I don't know
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