As the floodwaters swept the campgrounds away
The people across America prayed
We cried and we toiled, we watched and we waited
The footage, the faces, the lives that’d been taken
Grandparents lost, whole families gone missing
While Eagle Scouts trained and succeeded their mission

Oh parents, please know you are not alone
Our hearts break for you all, and our spirits groan
The devastation, the travesty, the harrowing grief
With only emptiness left, the future is bleak
And non-existent for many— at least one hundred and thirty
Poor souls have been lost to the Kerrville tragedy

A celebration for most, the birth of a nation
Now forever tarnished for generations
Of parents, of siblings, of sons, and of daughters
And of the hundreds rescued from those flood waters
They’ll forever hold dear those who did not survive
This July fourth, year twenty-twenty-five

— In memoriam of all lives lost during the flash flooding of the Guadalupe River on July 4th, 2025.