In the ruins, there I lay
Until they found me
In decay.

I had fallen with the city
They showed no love
Only Pity.

My remains a rotting shell
Until they freed me
From my watery Hell.

No one came to mourn for me,
They just continued
To clear debris.

I was not the first to die,
Nor the last
For whom no one cried.

Gone are the sinners, and gone is the sin
The storm has let them
Start over again.

Armed with spade, armed with shovel
Reborn is the city
From the rubble