water gushes down a stream,
bursting dams,
destroying lands,
not caring what it leaves behind,
making the world redefined,
we call it a disaster,
then blame it on a God
we just want there to be a cause,
a cause for wreckage,
a cause for the pain,
a cause for the lives that were taken in vain,
"they are in a better place"
but where could be better
than being near your loved ones in a hand knitted sweater,
now it's not the water that is gushing
it's the pain of your absence that is what's hurting.
