The oceans waters' run deep,Slashing against the rocks wearing them jaggeredly under a clouded moon.In a distance the islands' wept,Stop ! the almighty thrashing,Stop ! that horrendous roar.We can't take the slashing anymore,Why isn't there peace in the oceans heart,What stirs the waters'to make her start,It's me the clouded moon laugh,I swirl her waters',I rumble her waters',I love to here the roar,No more ! echoed the islands', Stop the rumble ! Stop the roar ! ,And let our ocean sleep !. Written by Robyn Bashford on the 23.7.2003. (All rights reserved.c.).