Tragedy in the Phillipines

I can hear the sound of weeping sweeping over an entire nation
Mother earth is sadly watching her own children's purification
People from every culture from every creed and denomination
Are looking for their loved ones: oh, what sounds of desolation.

I can hear a mother weeping: she is searching through the rubble
Children and a parent looking through their nation's painful trouble
Entire cities are flattened as the sound of silence seems  to double
Even the vegetation and the plants are cut down to a mere stubble.

What a painful sound  of weeping and what a longing for relief
Picking through all the remnants: Filipinos weep on with disbelief
Are there any words sufficient enough to raise up what's beneath
I join in the universe's mourning and wade through all of this grief