The Tragedy of Japan

Everything went cold
as everything I knew, even the old
had drifted away along the tides
I wish mother nature would make up her mind!

My Ni hon, my Japan
this is my land
I saw everyone crying around
as everything they had was torn down
I could see the children asking where
while other pointed at the sky and said there

The streets are flooded with watery evil
looking like Venice, only medieval
I can see pictures of my friends and I
drift away along the time

Everything I own has turned to water
but I kept moving, I never falter
Help me Help me is what I hear on the roads
And everyone else has nowhere to go