[bad word] found peace by the ocean,
Today I’m gonna do the same
Watching the [bad word] in with their different stories
One by one they line up like wounded soldiers
Travelling miles against the tide
To find dry land was like a cool drink of water
Rising high reach for the Sun
To help me find my roots

Help me to see beyond my needs
My joy your pain, good sun bad rain
No feet to dance, then dance on hands
Black as the night, white as the light