Air of sharpness cuts my throat,
As I look out from the boat,
At the life I left behind,
If I only were more kind,
To the voice that did not stop,
Talking "Land's close just hop, just hop"
But that's not what I did, could not,
Crush souls so full of love,
Burn bridges on my stove,
I squashed the voice inside,
And found a place to hide,
My dreams of cheery smile,
Without wanting to die