Swim, swim across the strait Don't care if you're too afraid Leave, but leave now Look around It was your own ground Longer life will come at heights A new life might be pretty nice You can't stay here at the sea It might be killing thee Run, forty, run Up that hill, to the top When at last you are too high Note the hill And you are near to see the stars For you have lived on river's junk And now you realize that it's defunct There's really not much time to spare We'll just have to run away
Posted on 2013-07-24 03:42.