Here I was
At the bottom of the sea,
Wishing for the top of the green.
Stuck underneath the currents,
Being pushed away,
Never seeing light
And never seeing day.
But I wished for better things,
Hoping there would be a way,
For me to see the tops of hills,
Lush, newly-cut grass.
To look up and see blue skies
And white clouds
And look down to see the roofs
Of houses,
Of cars,
Of hope,
Of creeks,
Of harmony,
Of life.
Here I will be.
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