At one with the sea, at war with the sand,

I all but watch racism unfold on the land.

And I crave to reach out, singing of peace, to bring guidance,

But though I breathe in the ocean, I'm drowned out by my silence.

I've shed their tears, and seen their fight,

And yet I refrain, from doing what's right.

And I say to myself, "Ariel, let it be

"Leave the secular problems to the world above the sea"

So I wipe my tears, and swim to my cave

And imagine a time where I had something to say

For me to have hoped, that I've lived a life of defiance

Yet instead I've chosen this life of Silent Compliance.