Hear the cry from the heart of our land,
to the borders and coasts of the same.

As its floodgates break with blood and tears
and cover its bruised face with shame.

This battered and exposed land of ours
has crumpled to scraps of broken wood;
has leaked until its well ran dry.
Yet continues in misery, though it never should.

The oceans have risen in defense,
the creatures have pressed forward with new strengths.
The tides have reached new heights
and the feet have travelled long lengths.

But though the shore was washed clean
and every grain of sand has heard,
the scorching sun has risen again
and dried the grains before they were cured.

What harshness has it done
that the beach looks dry and brown!
What injury has it caused
that the prideful vastness keeps its head down!

Stop the violence in the homes!
It causes the nation to break like glass
and leave stains and scars unremoved!
It hurt and taint many humans past.

Love, understand and cherish all you have
because one day it will go away;
one day when you’ll regret you lose
the one you always never thought you’d want to stay.

Wipe the tears and tend the wounds
of our land to us so dear.
Fix the shattered pieces strongly together
and to a clear future, let this beautiful ship steer.