Because We Have To - Low Roar

A calm sea awaits, blue skies and sun

Inviting and smiling and dancing around

The wind pushes north, through the straits, towards the clouds

The sun rests her head on the water around

By morning, our voices will sink with their shells

Her belly exposed, up towards the sun

Lays hindered and splintered and makes not a sound

Ahead of her bow, a doll chain takes form

Of women and children that someone adored

In a last dance, hand in hand, they float all around