Before the lightning followed thunder
I let my drums beat full.
The showers came
a hellish rain
a hallowed earthen lull.

My song, it was received
by wind and trembling trees
My love, it was recalled
and you blew it back to me.

But your hurricanes and forest fires
have  not swallowed this torn land,
sunk in the mud and
beating my drums,
in the heart of the mire I stand