There is a fighting response 
That just seems to arise 
It happens when I’m drowning 
In that look in his eyes
And I prayed for an ocean 
To just submerge
But we’re fighting something awful 
And I am on the verge
of throwing it all way 
Into the mists of time 
And I lose my cool 
And my ability to rhyme
And they trapped me in a cage
For what could not be tamed
Because I speak for something 
That simply cannot be named 
For it exists in silence
And it is there in death
And for my crime 
I renounce regret 
Because I was just a child 
Just a flower in its bud 
I look to the master
To tell me what is good
And he points me toward myself 
And something just opens 
I used to play the slot machines 
For the pink tokens 
That my grandmother and I 
Shared in leisureland 
But I had to let her go
Because life is slipping sand 
Pouring out my hands
And I sigh at the ease
Of finding someone who understands 
The rocky shores of seas