I am done existing I can't do it anymore So I'm on this cliff above the ocean Trying to jump but looking around before And as I stand here, I can't help but wonder How something that humans plunder Has such life, and goodness to offer Can exist before my eyes As I'm standing here, wanting to die. I also think That this ocean isn't master But is a pawn for another Something bigger, stronger, faster How can something so mighty be so weak? As I look into its depths Something jumps up and in And I can't help but notice A tiny, silver fin Attached to that fin holds a life And that life is fragile Because a fish that small Is only food for another As much as a baby depends on its mother I remember something Someone told me long ago "Our planet is 3/4 water, you know." And as I think that I realize, oh wow Humans are like bugs In a large, industrious town We are not mighty Our lives mean nothing single But together We are stronger, faster, better So I step away from the cliff And walk back to my car All the time thinking, "How small we really are." Sure we can seem big Intimidating all But when you really get down to it Humans are quite small. So as I'm driving home And I smell the sea I pick up my phone, Call you And say sorry.