I'll sit at your side
Far above the tidal lines
And patiently wait while
You learn to count
Each growing wave

Warming small hands in mine
We watch the land divide
Witness monuments
To man's ignorance
Slip beneath the brine

This high tide in front of us
Will never stop
Climbing street by street
And brick by block

I'll try my best to explain
How we are the mites
We are the mange
To be cleansed and
Washed away

Crops and culture
Civility and song
Golden nation-state
Battered by the waves
Swallowed and gone

I warned them
Not to doubt
That we all could
Still drown
During
This drought

When there’s no
High ground left
We will take to the waves
I know them well
Warm currents lead the way
Planned a lifetime
For this day

I'll sit at your side
And watch
Shoals swim underneath
Leading us
To reefs time forgot