Some people will remain dry When the great flood comes Many will perish and many people will cry Some will survive in their big homes Will it be the wealthy and famous? For now, it's only a speculated guess The thought of the flood makes me nervous Yet I try never to show my stress I pray that those to survive be either one of us This flood could be a blessing, swear or a test And no matter what fate will bring my way, I can certainly pray and hope for the best Even if the great flood comes like today Let it not be that day my soul will rest.