My wrath so strong I can hardly stand,
As my friend comes up from the rock hard sand.
She made my life a horrible mess,
And made me come to much distress

I waited for her to come ashore,
And tell her how I hate her more.
She stole my life and made it dry,
All it does is makes me cry.

I told her how she had done me wrong,
And best for her to just be gone.
In my face it sure did show,
How my angry wrath did grow.

She weeps and whales for miles around,
And lays there still down on the ground.
I say goodbye and turn away,
And then go out on my own way.