And then the walls of my house were torn apartAnd the walls of Jericho fellEveryone said it was their own version of hellThe sun kept shining like an ordinary dayAnd all the piles and puddles still remainThe birds up in the sky had nowhere left to landAnd ladders fell from heaven to give a helping handAnd now the world thinks everything's back in its placeBut all the piles and puddles still remainAmazing grace, how sweet the soundIt's been a long time since I've heard that in this townI once was lost but now I'm foundBut what about the others left to drown?And then the walls of Jericho fellEveryone said it was their own version of hellThe sun kept shining like an ordinary dayBut all the piles and puddles still remainAll those piles and puddles still remainThey built the wall but the flood remainsBut what about the others left to drown?