Bowed down with our faces to the ground we stand on a tower,
Thy children, waiting for the rain.
Oh god, send us storm and thunder,
To wash away all that we have created!
"Wake up, Rachel awake! We gotta use the boat tonight!"
A world that bathes in mercy,
But a generation whose wrath is endless. Call it a day!
Ocean saturated. Trail created. Light given. Night is born.
The captain shouts: "Anchors aweigh!"
Watch the waves crashing over the hills. Now run far,
Before the water fills your lungs.
"Wake up, Rachel awake! We gotta use the boat tonight!"