Postdiluvian Triumph

There's holy water in the flood
There's holy water in the sky
Holy water in the blood that spilled
Holy water in our eyes

The water, it is drowning
The landscape, barren and bleak
The ashes are so fertile now
Covering concrete

In stark defiance of blanket gray
Reaching out from a bed of decay
A single orchid rises up
A harbinger of unseen triumph