Lyrics

This is the way of hands
Shape it with demands
Weavers in the sands
Hold the silver linings
Shape a sail that will withstand
What the seas will demand

departing from the land...

We're the spider, weaving the last strand
It all could be broken with the wave of a hand
But we still crawl, and we still weave
The borders that shape, the lines in between

Take my hand

O le mafai ona ou fa'aali atu ia te oe....
E le o oe na o le fa'aleleia.....

It's time