I hear the ocean calling
The sea-longing that all my kin share
I see them, my kin, and they beckon to me
"Too long with the second born you have taried"
"Thier world is not meant for you"
"They rush about, cramming all they can"
"In that brief life of thiers"
"You will only get hurt again if you stay"
"No virus or infirmaty of old age will slay you"
"But sorrow can"
"You must come home, board the white ship"
"And leave thier world to them"
"Dying of sorrow is worse than any sword"
"Come home, lost one, come home"
I see the sails of the white ship,
And I weep
For I know in my heart they are right
I must leave before I fade
But I can not move.
My heart is breaking
And my tears mingle with the waves that reach the shore
And are lost
As I am.