In the valley where the rivers ran,
Fields of green turned to barren land.
Hurricane Helene swept through like a thief.
Took everything, left nothing but grief.
Generations built these walls.
Now they crumble, now they fall.
We look to the skies, but the rain won't cease.
Where's the help? Where's the peace?
Echoes of laughter in the flooded streets.
Memories linger where the heart still beats.
From the mountains to the plains.
We're bound by the losses, bound by the pain.
The rain keeps pouring, the wind still howls.
But through the darkness, hear the calls.
Neighbors helping neighbors, hand in hand.
We’ll rise up, like only the Appalachia can.
The land may be battered, but our spirits won’t break.
With every lost tree, there’s a new road to make.
Let’s gather the pieces, let’s light up the night.
We’ll show the world how we fight for what’s right.
We the people, we will rise,
From the debris, from the cries,
Together we'll mend what’s torn apart,
With our hands and with our hearts.
The government’s silence, a bitter truth,
Shaming its people, completely aloof!
A generational loss, but we’ll stand tall.
We'll come together, we’ll rebuild it all.
Here’s to the future, with hope in our eyes.
Together we’ll thrive, we’ll reach for the skies.
Through the pain and the sorrow, we’ll find a way.
We the people, we'll rebuild each day.