Look, Pt. 1

A mother, reaching out with a tiny mouth
I can't just watch the boy die
All alone, and both of us crying
The sand gets wet
Two little salty piles
Mother and child alone

Bright eyes opened up by mighty hands
The well was always there
Fill the skin and give the boy a drink
Let the sand get wet

There is always plenty of water
Mother and child alone
There is always plenty of water
Mother and child alone