The oceans paint brush has shaped our shores
With the moons guiding hand to help it draw

As the wind moulds the land with a sculptures skill
We as man only hinder in the way of the elements will

We are the eyes of the universe
The essence of time
We stand as the pupils of life
Our presence is divine

Exploitable by the wrong kinds
Explorable with the right minds

Slow down your mind
And start to begin
Begin to realise
The only way out is in

This surface
The shore of the cosmic ocean
What beauty in our hands
But our land needs devotion