The waves crash into me.
I've been held under.
You keep trying to pull me to the surface
and I'm trying to tell you it is not my wish to return
but only bubbles escape my mouth.
My hair is strewn with the salt of the ages,
water fills my mouth and lungs,
it cannot fight against your grabbing hands.

As the waves are breaking over my head
i know they are trying to tell me
how we always have a choice
and that I'll always have a home here.