I carry my pail,
With water to bail,
To the little creek.
With the water knee deep,
I hope not to fall into the creek.
With the rain from the hurricane,
It's had not to feel the pain.
It only seems right that they get a song.
To help with all that has taken place,
With the new troubles they must face.
The worse the damage,
The more you were meant for.
You're stronger than you think.