Water Leaves

Cracks in stone
Dust on lips
Nothing moves
Nothing drips

Thirty days
Without a cloud
Fields collapse
Machines are loud
Hands are dry
Eyes are red
Springs go silent
Rivers dead

When the water leaves
What will we become?
When the water leaves
What will we become?

South is burning
North is bone
Heat surrounds
But we’re alone
Empty fields
Where rain once fell
We search in dust
But nothing flows

I miss the sound
On windowpanes
The smell of grass
In midnight rains
A child once danced
In summer storms
Now they hide
From liquid swarms

When the water leaves
What will we become?
When the water leaves
What will we become?

Amazon
Chokes on ash
Glaciers fracture
Oceans crash
We think it’s far
It’s under feet
Concrete floods
With no retreat

When the water leaves
What will we become?
When the water leaves
What will we become?

Crops won’t rise
Markets fall
Pipes go dry
Behind each wall
No war begins
Without a drop
But when it ends
The thirst won’t stop

When the water leaves
What will we become?
When the water leaves
What will we become?
When the water leaves
What will we become?

Nothing breaks
Like something gone
Water left
And we went on