and so the sun rises

bringing warmth over the land I was given

on this land where I now lay

looking over the ocean

pouring into the bay

this land I did not appreciate 

I broke it in

I toiled during those days

under the sun and during the rain

I laboured through the seasons

as a man made to work

only resting and smoking when the sun dropped west

this land became a place for my demons

and anger grew like a weed

I cursed the soil

and never worked another day

I broke in this land

as a broken man

with sorrow I look back at it all

and all the pain caused

the new day has just begun

with my ashes scattered on this land

under the golden sun