As days go rushing swiftly by
We hope for a face alive
While we hold the tears that fill our eyes.

The wind keeps blowing on the land
Across ocean's beach of sand
Drying the waters, helping man.

Little miracles ev'ry day
Seen by those who search each place
One they find alive, surviving face.

An ocean's wave
Left a deadly grave
When water covers the earth
We question the right of our birth.
On goodly days
We make our gains,
When it seems so hard to cope
We somehow find a light of hope.

A ray of sunshine on the coast
Reaching for a hand to hold
Giving the hopeless a little hope.