aman sinaya, my beloved

oh child, born of the sea.

a tide of loss, love, the want and need.

overwhelmed one, heart of gold.

the songs of hope who'll never be told.

they sing stories of you,

the rivers and creeks.

from the depths of my ankles,

i see from where they speak.

beyond the storms, their rapids divine.

beyond the stars,

beyond the end.

each story destined to relive time.

sweet forgotten one, your sorrow on show

your home speaks fondly of you.

oh how you've loved, how you've grown.

they sing, each arroyo weeps.