Little fish, are you floating towards the surface? Little fish, are you giving up so soon?
You’ve come so far since for the sharks you suffered serfdom. The tides kept them at bay thanks to the moon.
Little fish, is the glass behind you daunting? Little fish, is the sun above too bright?
Your future’s scary, but your past it won’t stop haunting. You shield your eyes and surge into the light.
You made promises to bigger fish than you, and now they’re holding out their hooks and teeth for food. Little fish, I know you’ve gotten into troubles once before, and now I’m counting on you to pull me through once more.
Little fish, the current gives you your direction. You don’t need planes or cars or trains to get you there. With some effort, I can offer you protection, if you promise just to be aware.
I noticed that your home life’s getting pretty rough. The kids you raised in conflict now are growing up. Little fish, you know you’ve still got some explaining left to do if you don’t want those kids to turn out just like you.