I stand on top of a rock
Sorrounded by seas,
Carrying my sorrow at my back
And waves, aren't at eas.

Time to time I face roaring waves
I freeze at dark,burned during light,
Years passed,but still my self couldn't behave
For being watched by the rising tide.

From high and beneath
Seaguls and sharks scouts,
And There I starv and soon will face death