In whispers plot a future grand
No place for families from the soil
Where once with O’o did joyful toil
No more the streams to freely flow
The land reclaimed, the final blow
A canal defines the wetlands fate
As sea and mountains separate
The farms of farmers now are gone
Native hearts are left forlorn
Pestilence plucks the very best
Bloodlines and memories put to the test
Cathedrals from the flatlands rise
Steely towers pierce the skies
A skyline to define the times
Monuments to cultural crime
O Waikiki, my Waikiki!
Will ever you return to me?
I am your native son you know
The bloodlines flow from long ago
Ancestral spirits ride the tide
Returning warriors to your side
Come back Hawai’i, come to me
Make me yours again, set me free!
I am forever - Waikiki