We grew tall
With surf on our face
Sand on our back
The howl of the wind
The shriek of the gull
Were nursery songs
For whom the lagoon
Beckons, till parents
Yell us home
Together to hold
This fragile land
For Generation X
We hear your voice
Wish you safe travel
How do I deal with you?
How do I look at you?
What do I say to you?