As Chad Changes

As the rainfall slows, so do the people
a new birth of land, means the death of time

Within their system, our selfish lives block
out the chance of light, no fog or moisture

The clouds hanging there, which we tend to fear
bring life to the lake, and hope to their town

Everyday means work, sorry, day of rest
we have work to do, we want to exist

We’re trying to scream, but there is no time
for to stop and yell, means a loss too vast

Each will carry on, each will stumble on