I see you, standing by the water.  
All of the dried up shell I was, now falls around me.  
You were the last hope, that I had.

I know now, what I failed to see beforehand.
Yet, I know not what to do.  
I want this right, to set the world in motion.

And if I go, please plant the seed of ash,
Beneath the willow tree.
For it was planted, the day, I was born.