On the darkest of day, brightest of night, Families all over are taking flight.
For all that is left are small scraps so bare, I see strangers staring with a look of despair.
As it came rushing towards us we fled. Everywhere we looked we felt more and more dread.
As the wave came slowly hurtling down, little did it know it destroyed the town.
Nowhere to go, no place to run, Take a look now, at all that it’s done.
Ruins and ashes, and all hope crashes.
Oh, what a pity, for this small city.