who’s to say what is
and what is done?
who’s to understand
days to come?
i walk because i can’t stop,
for to stop would be to give up.
i watch the ocean get angry
and rise. i wonder.
what will become of the fisherman?
what will become of the fish?
raise your voice.
raise your fists.
we have the power of choice
to say what is
and what can be done.
we may die trying
but we must stand up
for days to come.
