The River's Daughter
The water comes swirling in
In the night whilst she sleeps
The moon is dark, the year is old
And in the floodtide creeps

The bodies in the cellar
Are rising up again
The china from the dresser
Is floating downstream

The past will be washed away
The future is water
You are an orphan no more
You are the river's daughter

She ties a net across the door
To fish for all she needs
The water takes and then it gives
Never follows, never leads

One day she'll make herself a boat
And leave the old house behind
When all the things she loves are gone
A new life she will find

Now the water's still rising
Eating up the land
There are white swans living in houses
And the city is a swamp
The city is no more
 
Huge areas of Britain were flooded this winter and many people's homes became uninhabitable. I couldn't stop thinking about what that would mean, about what would happen if the waters didn't subside. At first it seemed scary and then it started to seem exciting.
 
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