Flood

"The Flood Beneath My Door" (Verse 1) Two hundred winters, two hundred springs, This cottage wore the weight of time’s wings. Stone walls whispered, secrets they bore, Till the water came creeping beneath my door. A September sky, bruised and torn, The clouds spat vengeance, the river reborn. But it wasn’t the rain, no act divine, It was the hands of men that crossed the line. (Chorus) Oh, Thames, you serpent, winding and cruel, You dragged my home into your blue. The council’s shadow, a silent pact, They built the walls, then turned their backs. (Verse 2) The village rose, the skyline choked, The trees fell quiet, the earth provoked. Concrete gardens, they promised light, But the drains ran blind in the dead of night. I watched my floorboards drown in despair, The past seeped out in the cold, wet air. My photographs, my books, my name, All swallowed up by a faceless blame. (Chorus) Oh, Thames, you serpent, winding and cruel, You dragged my home into your blue. The council’s shadow, a silent pact, They built the walls, then turned their backs. (Bridge) Now I sit in a room where the echoes don’t fit, A borrowed bed, a heart poorly knit. Dreaming of lawyers with papers like knives, Hoping they’ll carve out a piece of my life. (Outro) The cottage still stands in a sodden dream, Its soul adrift on that merciless stream. And if ghosts reside in water’s embrace, Then surely, I’ve joined them in that sacred place. (Chorus – Repeat, fading) Oh, Thames, you serpent, winding and cruel, You dragged my home into your blue. The council’s shadow, a silent pact, They built the walls, then turned their backs.