There's a city under water and she sings to me with pride (I sit alone and wish you profound gaiety) The rains continue to pour across my face, I refuse to go inside There's a man without a home, free from the ******* of love (I wish to find within myself a sound laity) And so I return to the church pew desolate, searching for God above
Born to an atheist household, deprived of propaganda (I suppose learning now is enough) I sit here, a church in drowning Uganda The rains of a thousand brutal homicides leave me with a sigh (The rainfall allegory, merely a bluff) But still I sit on a bench in a church yard and the LRA pass by