The smell of salt and burning cedar
Is rising from the shore
Smoke is a shroud
Obscuring
All that has gone before
I sailed away from your wasteland
I harrowed your stormy seas
I thought that I could tame them
But it was they that harrowed me
The waves they rocked and tossed me
My feet knew no solid ground
The rudder was but a stubborn fin
Tracing circles, round and round
And so from you I wrest the wheel
To run this ship aground
When first I burnt that rudder
Your lying tongue was stopped
Stilled by the taste of the flames
Stifled by the salt
The hand on the wheel had never been mine
The boat slid in the stillness wrought
Borne onward with the tide
Oh, that torch of cedar shone
Showed me a coast where refuge lay
Keel met stone with a violent groan
A derelict was made
And there on the strand
I burned the past
Claimed this land my own
Another match, the hull to ash
Found my footing in the heat of the blaze
On that funeral pyre, as its fury licked higher
The sum of us now null in that burning
Till in smoking lull “we” lay
The smoke in the air
Was my freedom fare
Purchasing my future by the death of our past
No longer tempest tossed
My land legs new bought
Eyes to the green
To hell with the sea
To hell with you
Forward, it’s me
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