If I stand around and I watch them drown in a pool of gray
When we dive in, I can surely say there’s feud with force
Am I in your way? Please knock me down, can I help you in?
When I’m not around, let us all be found in certain ways
Dear Mr. Queequeg, you have been informed your life’s been saved
You are not a black-hearted vicious mess, so has been claimed
If this is the beast pulling us towards the east on mighty waves
Let us look inside, pull out all your pride, it’s up to us
Holding pasts in ash black earth
Bound by roots, roots into sand
Grow towards the giver
There’s an open wound placed upon my heart in anger’s rage
If we open up a spirit, it’s a spirit that can bleed
Ahab, the leading lad, we can trust obsession carries them
Meet us at the temple healing all the crippled, don’t forget the maimed
Lower soul sent with gifts offering
Teeth of hope travel with child
Laid next to mother
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