For how long shall we paddle?
I heard the cries of home, but yet we sail. Oh! once we smiled and listened to the hums of the little birds.
Now only the old sharkles I wear as my royal bracelets clang.

Yet we dance along to this rhythm, rocking and nodding; left to right - listening to the ambient noise of the gaint blue water echoes, and synchronize's in accord as our paddles - tabs and pushes.

Listen to the queens meow bitterly,
hunger...