To a bountiful land came hungry people
Who couldn't tell good from bad
All they had was they were hungry
He hid in the reeds
Blood in the water
His body was weak
He dreamed of his daughter
She was a warrior
And after the fall and into the night
They lost the battle but continued the fight
They continued to fight
She stood on a hill, looked to the sea
She dreamed of her father
Down on his knees, his hands held high
He prayed to the sky
To a generous land, came thirsty people
They drank the rivers and left the fish to die
Then cried they were hungry
They were thirsty
They were lonely and cruel
Self-righteous, relentless
They were fearful and vengeful and insatiable
