I'll sit at your side

Far above the tidal lines

And patiently wait while

You learn to count

Each growing wave

Warming small hands in mine

We watch the land divide

Witness monuments

To man's ignorance

Slip beneath the brine

This high tide in front of us

Will never stop

Climbing street by street

And brick by block

I'll try my best to explain

How we are the mites

We are the mange

To be cleansed and

Washed away

Crops and culture

Civility and song

Golden nation-state

Battered by the waves

Swallowed and gone

I warned them

Not to doubt

That we all could

Still drown

During

This drought

When there’s no

High ground left

We will take to the waves

I know them well

Warm currents lead the way

Planned a lifetime

For this day

I'll sit at your side

And watch

Shoals swim underneath

Leading us

To reefs time forgot