Lying lifeless on the shore of a beach
I wonder who used me as protection
On million waves, I travelled across
The journey very few will understand
The heat of the sand is no better
Than the darkness of the sea
Is this my destiny, lying on the seashore and
Waiting for someone to pick me up
I don't mind if put in a fish pot
Inside, someone's house
Pick me up, and listen to me.
I want you to hear my wants and desires.
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A great marine analogy to the carapace we all use for protection. And then, I think about all the little creatures of this earth, and Earth itself, how cruelly is made to sustain life: life for life, So unfair!