A baby is a patch of dry land in an angry rising culture sea
Its mum and dad cling on with their hands to drag it down from underneath
The waves beneath
A baby is a piece of driftwood on a hungry savage island beach
It kills and eats and burns it all down without its parents there to teach
The ways of peace
A baby is a patch of dry land
It's sinking fast and it's in need
Its mum and dad reach out a strong hand
The baby gladly takes their lead