The biting wind combs through my hair;
The salty water stings,
The crashing waves soak through my jeans;
The sun on seagulls' wings.

A shark's tooth swims below the waves,
It settles on my toe.
I ****** it up before the waves
Can send it back below.

I learn the tooth, each groove, each edge,
So small, the blackest black
I hold it tight, can't let it go,
I cannot throw it back.

A hunter great did own this tooth,
So many battles fought.
The tooth of such a great white shark,
The king that can't be caught.

He left his mark, his legacy
Amid our human air.
Born three million years ago,
His only bone his only heir.

If I could ever be so great
To win such endless worth,
I'd want to leave my token, just
To leave my mark on earth.

The shark, he wanted just the same
He's gone, his tooth's with me
His spirit should be kept alive
So I gave his tooth back to the sea.