I cried for help for New Orleans when Katrina came
I screamed in fear and in agony
My tears were more than the rivers could hold
The waters rushed through the floodgates, taking its toll
Katrina left as quickly as she blew in, taking the rain with her
No matter, my tears for those lost, only added to the depth
Help me, Oh God, I prayed, as the waters rose
The night came but it did not bring rest, the weary wore on
Throughout the night an eerie silence prevailed
Death crept through the flooded streets and alleyways
Don’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyes, death is not at my door
But over there, where the cries are coming from
The sun rose that next morning, the souls of many dead had already risen
By the heat of that afternoon, there was silence no more
Water was plenty but fresh was sparse
A sound in the distance is heard, it is the cries of others
The city of the dead never sleeps and a another moon tops the night
In the silence of the night as death creeps again, before the sun will rise
My soul will have already risen and in the city of the dead I will sleep no more