Shallow waters seldom hide the blackened sand below
Rocks and land, erodes in tides, defiled by ebb and flow
The calmest waters, clouded up, by a river built on lies
The purest shores, shrouded over, engulfs an isle that cries
The years weep past, the time goes by, the waters seldom turn
Every second bleeds, through wasted lives, the oceans start to burn
As memories close and the truth is lost in waves of spite and shame
Hope breaks through, no matter the cost, drowning eons of blame
The storm batters on and the swell can’t contain
the depths of the ocean below
The current rips across all the doubt and the pain
As the strong waters start to flow
The tide starts to turn and fresh water renews
The life force inside the abyss
Resurgent, re-splendid, the water refuses
To be held back, to be held down.
Resist