Our minds are insane in our sanity
We fail to comprehend the incomprehensibility
As the storm of fortune mad for centuries
And blazing flood flushed many across boundaries.
Drowning in our destined, o’ not destined destination
We see them in Norman ark on board, sailing
Faces blooming gay of moving ventures, palms perch on tumbler chilling
They never see us, we are waves and tides babysitting their emotion.
Our angry voices splashing torrently on rocks, lightening and rumble
Yeah! the clashes on rocks do shake their boat
But the captain an old wizard stirring wheel, to float
The boat dive fro but stead, as our sea mouth to bubble.
We streaming, streaming, upstream they go
Fasten the boat on the dock, our port they let go.