Far On The Other Side 200 years And 3000 miles Where have we got yourselves? On the edge of the continent Looking out to sea Under the swelling dubious clouds, We have the moss between our toes And the salt sharp in our noses, The thrumming of our souls As we look out to the lights Far on the other side Across the raked up seas. Hope isn't on the other side. Hope is here Sat next to us Breathing deep For the job ahead. Ask help of hope And hope will bring a friend.