Paddle on, paddle on,
Through the dark and the cold,
For a storm is brewing,
And the story is yet untold.
With each stroke, we move closer,
To the danger that awaits,
For in a world consumed by greed,
The price of survival is fate.
So keep paddling, keep paddling,
Towards the ominous sea,
For in this world, the only way to survive,
Is to paddle with all our might, and pray