All signs of land and mountains faded
Lost was the sight of trees in the hills
Water is swelling, sways in the breeze
I’m lost in the open, swallowed by waves
awoke to shores, longed for, for years
your breasts are hill’s, sight for sore eyes
I landed on shore and kiss the ground
never wanting to be alone in open water
I could grow old on these warm shores
Soak in fresh water, no salt in my wounds
Putting down roots, building a shanty town
A village on the rise from the ground up
Our laws, our morals govern our people
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