The Sunken Lands

Five cans of paint

And the empty fields

And the dust reveals

The children cry

The work never ends

There's not a single friend

Who will hold her hand

In the sunken lands?

The mud and tears

Melt the cotton bolls

It's a heavy toll

His words are cruel

And they sting like fire

Like the devil's choir

But who will hold her hand

In the sunken lands?

The river rises

And she sails away

She could never stay

Now her work is done

In the sunken lands

There's five empty cans