I was born on the tide Brought in by the sea And the shore had to abide For that is the heart that governs thee. The ways of the land, To outstretch hand Trying to fix every hole Seeking to make things whole. But days such as these, I feel short on breath Afraid I cannot be But also afraid of death. Perhaps I'm unhappy But I don't think that's true I just don't feel I can be As good as many of you.
