For the longest time I kept my head above the waves and my feet stuck in the sand, but now your sea levels are rising, swallowing every place that I could try to hide, and I don't think I have it in me to keep swimming through your tide. I'm not ready to sink beneath this, but I no longer have a choice, so before my lungs fill with water, I need you to hear my voice.

There was nothing I wanted more, than to simply rest on the crest of your shore. All I needed was to lay upon your sandy space, and feel your spray splash onto my face. But now that your tide has taken my beach, washed over all that I used to see, there's no place I can go to be free. All I can do is let your current carry me in its hands, because I'd rather drown beneath your ocean than live upon dry land