This is him a flood in his head,
Sometimes defeated, cold, and unfed.
A photo, a book, a lost wedding ring,
Among heaps of rubble and found precious things.
It’s raining it’s pouring, still in his head,
It’s dark, he's alone, and they lost their bed.
That Cajun Man tracks so much pain,
'Just keep swimming' rings in his brain.
This is true for him, her, and you,
Dark waters rose fast, his car’s a canoe.
The night when Louisiana took 22,
They weren’t in the 'zone', they had no clue.
That one fateful day, they lost everything,
It’s a wonder how they rise and sing.
How strange to see that the sun shines again,
A spark of hope for these bayou men.
Days and nights pass, and still deep he sighs,
Time lingers on and the kids wave bye-bye.
People to meet, school buses to catch,
A chill fills the air, time to light that match.
Sorrowful cries echo in his dreams,
Still unreal this story all seems.
Three words, stand strong, like a tree,
‘Just keep swimming’ he said to me.
