Bird song awakens my ears

The sea water at my feet, could this be the end of me?

Washed ashore was the front door to our house

One way way out, through the shark fins

I'll take my chance, could be my last

No looking back on what was left behind

The shoreline disappears as I sail forward on this wooden wreck, in search of more

In search of land to fill this everlasting longing for that stable ground

Where earthquakes happen only twice a year (perhaps once if we're lucky)

It came from the sea (or never we'd be lucky)

The limbs lashing down fractured holes in my door

The memories we built with our hands were erased when you came in and destroyed everything

Waves are crashing down on me

My door will not hold up for long