We see the land,
we see inside,
our dreams show the light
that you tried to hide.

The rain has gone,
trees are on fire,
the Black Cockatoo
is lost to the choir.

Our blood runs through rivers,
our souls rise to the cloud,
the voice of our Elders
is shouting out loud.

Ships on ours shores,
the battling crowd,
you stood with your flag
bloody and proud.

Always was, always will be,
from the land to the sea,
we will fix our country
and together walk free.

Mickey wrote this poem in the spirit of 2020's NAIDOC Week theme "Always was, always will be".