Sleepy Tides in Kirra

An oily haze covers the great sea, I can't breath and my fish are dying.

The messenger pelicans lie broken on the shores, still the waves lap too and fro, but all is oily haze.

The lighthouse tries to sing to me, but I cannot hears its song.

These prismatic spheres within my blood won't let this song be sung.

I've tried to reach your calling coast but I am sunk out here at Sea.

And someday I hope all my friends will come to visit me.