The currents of seas turn turbulent

I’m not a rock, but a leaf on a whirlpool,

Of currents and foaming seas,

All around me, always known myself a fool.

During the times I failed to feel.

I have loved my seeds, let it grow, let it fill with gloom

For it shall know light after falling into the abyss, of endless darkness.

Where I have been, and so have you.

Without love, I have always been wreckless.