Lyrics by: Ben Vlasveld/ abide.n Lyrics by: Ben Vlasveld/ abide.n Beat production, mixing and recording by: Tim Jagger/ Ironmith Intro: three different situations, no need to compare, the point is they all need to come up for air and how can we help them get there Verse1 Her arms are wide open hoping someone would rescue her/ cause the last grownup that showed up molested her/ what was left for her? , broken dreams swept under a bed her visions clouded like smoke machines/ she clings to illusions of freedom like choosing a pimp who's women he doesn't beat them/ led down a hallway into a dark system/ she needs to know she's more valuable then a marked victim for she is marked with written /words of calligraphy ,beautifully tattooed with heavenly dignity/ she's not created to live like this ,it hurts the, heart of her designer how He finds her is perfectly/ and wonderfully made, he laid his own patent on her /before man miss behaved on a satin grave on her/ is the inscription of how precious she is / she's no item she surpasses the worth of a diamond/ Chorus: swim, swim , swim ,swim up into the light, swim , swim , swim swim up into the light , swim ,swim swim ,swim up into the light ,just swim ,into the light. Verse 2 Falling apart below the surface he was stashed/ cause inside of his heart was a hole without a patch/ he was a runaway in ways he wanted to be catch/ he left home in hopes someone would dispatch/ or at least notice that he wasn't there/ it was three days ago his words hung in the air/ and it wasn't fair he was the one who felt the tear/ his emotions were buried he had to open up an share/ cause although all his feelings were real, reality was he had a protective seal/ peal back the layers in order to heal/ it obvious we're not made of steel/ teal waters pulling him down to down him under/ had him drained ashamed he kept a cover/ but knocking at the door is , life to discover/ I see him rising like the sun midsummer. Chorus: repeats Verse 3: they call it political it's literal human beings /crossing ominous oceans in hopes for better things /the weather flings ,them overboard in the distance screams are heard like strumming a sober chord / woke us up from our numbing when a son was shored , on the beach tears on cheeks from peeks explored / on the Internet when they arrive here /we got to accept not reject, so they can thrive here ,put aside fear ,for the refugee/ there's no referee his last breath rested at three /this place is safe when race is one /so become grace look in the face of our own son /ask for compassion life's complicated stick to simplicity divinity displayed it /elated cause really were all related welcome home from the cyclone we're glad you made it.