Baby Is a Patch of Dry Land

A baby is a patch of dry land in an angry rising culture sea Its mum and dad cling on with their hands to drag it down from underneath The waves beneath A baby is a piece of driftwood on a hungry savage island beach It kills and eats and burns it all down without its parents there to teach The ways of peace A baby is a patch of dry land It's sinking fast and it's in need Its mum and dad reach out a strong hand The baby gladly takes their lead