Nine Months After
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No culture, no sound, no one is around\r\nEverything is lost, pictures along with trash\r\nTrophies, Mardi Gras beads, sentimental valuables\r\nLost in a flash\r\nYesterday, not long ago\r\nOur lives were as yours\r\nWe had our problems\r\nWe had our joys\r\nPeople lived in houses\r\nThe coffee was brewing\r\nThe laundry was in the wash\r\nUptown, downtown, Lakeshore Drive\r\nNo one knew\r\nThat we\'d just be happy to be alive\r\nHere back home is an alien land\r\nNo one could believe\r\nAll of us were affected\r\nBeyond what we could ever perceive\r\nWe knew that it would happen\r\nForty years to count\r\nCountdown to a nightmare\r\nA dream come true, per se\r\nPowerless\r\nDefenseless\r\nKatrina had her way\r\n