There are many tall prisoners
And sickness traps them all
A friend is all you need to guide them
You must help them if they fall
Even though you are a wanderer
In the green salt and the sea
And the moving of the waterbird
There is nothing they would rather be
Friendship now is hid in jealousy
Kindness in a curse
If you were to kneel beside them
You would share their hurt
Now I know you are a wanderer
In the green salt of the sea
And the moving of the waterbird
And the shifting of the sea
Though you sneer at all your prophets
Pierce them with your eyes
If they were to show you many truths
You would give them lies
Even though you were a wanderer
Watch the green salt of the sea
Heed the flying of the waterbird
They will show you who to be
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