Through raging storms and crashing waves it holds and utter calm,
The sea though strong is kind to me,
It is where I belong,
Through Lava, rock, and ash as well it holds an utter calm,
The volcano though feirce is kind to me,
It is where I belong,
Through guns, and blood, and war, and death it holds an utter calm,
The world though hard is kind to us,
It is where we belong.
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