Shiny Thomas - When the Ship Goes Down

Sailors on the high seas and farmers on their land
Racist police who pound the streets
Will come to understand that it's not you
And there are greater things at work than the things you do

A story seldom told, much less understood
Is that life is to be endured
And trauma to be withstood and rebirthed anew
Those fears will reappear from which we flew

When the ship goes down
And the ice flows gone
And the heat is rising
Will you sing along?

So listen to the tale of what has gone before
Those feathered nests of men you trust
Will only so much store before they fall
With those who stand below no longer in thrall

Sailors on the high seas and farmers on their land
Racist police who pound the streets
Will come to understand that its not you
And there are greater things at work than the things you do

When the ship goes down
And the ice flows gone
And the heat is rising
Will you sing along?

Written by:
Dominic Richardson

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