A simple storm
can washes us clean
but a bigger one
will blow through town
huff and puff
like the big bad wolf
and blow our houses down.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

We’ll work the wreckage
if we can
build back up
from this here land,
and when
the floods
come back in
we’ll keep on
rebuilding.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

The earth will quake
when the tremors come,
but we’ll still stay
while others run,
the damaged
cannot be undone,
but we can rebuild.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

Tornadoes or hurricanes,
when they come
not much changes.
Stubborn pride
keeps us alive,
and we rebuild
resolute to stay
where we intend to die.