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So what remains of us When nothing remains Who are we after all After all the strong rain

Who are we when frightened When down on our knees Is it only then that we Say, "God help me, please"

Yes, people are dying As a baby was born And those that survive Say they've been ripped, torn

Some angry, some sad Some grateful for the old sports arena But, the girl born today Won't care if her name is Katrina