Hundreds of years of Tradition bid me stop
It is the river that flows to the sea
Not the sea to the river
But tradition forgot to teach me
How to contain the sea

So i went to the very spring
And uprooted along with me
Shame, Humiliation and Harm
Yet i could not stop the sea
Anger, Hate, Resentment, Insecurity

Hundreds of years of tradition bid me stop
It is the river that flows to the sea
Yes there was a reason in tradition
Now the city lies in ruins
Under a flood of regret