Do you feel my struggle?
On this fragile boat I built myself.
Do you see the residue of my grievances?
Someone be my filter.
Can you stay with me?
Don’t leave me in the shacks alone.
Because it seems that
The colossal oil tanks may try to capsize me again.
Do you know my reservations now?
They find it fun to hunt.
Do you know that?
Do you feel my thin pain?
Do you feel me?