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