Carolina Rising

The skies turned dark, the winds began to howl,
Rain fell like tears, flooding every town.
Homes washed away, dreams swept out to sea,
In the heart of Carolina, where we used to be.
But we rise, we rise from the storm,
In the face of the flood, we are reborn.
Hand in hand, we rebuild what’s torn,
In the heart of Carolina, we rise from the storm.
Fifty-seven souls, lost in Buncombe's rain,
Their memories linger, in every drop of pain.
Neighbors helping neighbors, through the darkest night,
In the heart of Carolina, we find our light.
But we rise, we rise from the storm,
In the face of the flood, we are reborn.
Hand in hand, we rebuild what’s torn,
In the heart of Carolina, we rise from the storm.
The Biltmore stands tall, through the storm's fierce might,
A symbol of our strength, in the darkest night.
Asheville's streets may flood, but our spirit won't drown,
In the heart of Carolina, we rebuild this town.
Yellow jackets swarm, but we stand strong,
Together we fight, where we belong.
Volunteers and heroes, in every street,
In the heart of Carolina, we won’t accept defeat.
But we rise, we rise from the storm,
In the face of the flood, we are reborn.
Hand in hand, we rebuild what’s torn,
In the heart of Carolina, we rise from the storm.
The sun will shine again, on these broken lands,
With every brick we lay, with our own hands.
In the heart of Carolina, we’ll find our way,
Together we’ll rise, to a brighter day.