The oceans span
The golden sands
The foreign lands.
The surge of man.
The yes I can.
The love I am.
The pain is shed
The tears are bled
The hearts that are broke
The dreams up in smoke
The words that are spoke.
The surging oceans
The golden emotions
The unceasing sands
Held tight and safe in creations hands.
The tomorrow I am
The yes that I can
The baby that’s pure
Held safe and secure
In the loving bands of creations hands.