I wake up on the shore
And instinctively
I know there is a danger
Hiding in the sea
Deep and dark, overwhelming
Its horizon never ending
Scattered tiny shells
Cut into my feet
Underneath the sand
Like repressed memories
I feel the water and the undertow
Is it the sea witch in her house of bones?
Inside I hear the little mermaid cry
I try to run but I am paralyzed
It's coming
Coming
It's near
Water's slowly rising
Creeping up the stairs
I hear the thumping sound
Of floating chairs
A raft with neighbors is drifting by
The father is praying, arms held high
The final cries of children blown away
Will I live to see the break of day
The rising sea is all around
Enclosing us
Higher waves are lashing out
So cold and dark
It's coming
Coming
It's rising
Water is rising
It's here