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This is the story of Nalani, the daughter of a chief, living in a time when the new world has already arrived and cannot be stopped. 


The song begins at her island school, a place built to shape obedience, not freedom, and follows her through years of education far from home under a colonial advancement scheme. 


She is told not to return, that her island is already lost. But she comes back anyway, armed with a law degree and a clear understanding of how empires work.

Lyrics

My little island school all dust and rain

Chalk on the wind salt on the pane

The sisters smiled with measured grace

Their prayers weighed more than their embrace

They taught that stillness keeps you whole

That quiet feeds the proper soul

But I rowed too far I questioned proud

And I learned quick how not to bow down


A million waves I caught the flame

Burned on the edge of someone's game

I learned to speak I learned their ways

Not to kneel not to obey

Not spear and blade but gaze and grace

I read their lies in every face

And when one begged me not to go

I left to fight the world I know


On mainland steps their shadows trailed

Too brown too sharp to see me fail

But I could row through shame and spite

A hundred miles no end in sight

A scholar came from overseas

And spoke the island's fate to me

I gave no tell I gave no plea

"Where fire grows none leaves it free"



A million waves I held my breath

Learned how to slip their nets of debt

I learned their speech I learned their rules

But not to kneel not to be schooled

Not spear and blade but stare and pause

I found the cracks beneath their laws

And that one begged me not to go

I left to fight the world I know


My father said

Take what they fear

And use your voice


But power breaks as much as builds

And trust is lost where fire kills

They made me sharp

They made me still

Now I will do what no one will


A million waves I cut the chain

Not just a girl not just a name

They gave me books I gave them proof

A blade beneath a student's youth

Now every storm and every cry

That little school still answers my eyes

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