I can wash you off of me
But I still smell of the treacherous sea
Which threatens to transform me
Into a creature I don’t want to be

All wetness and slime the color of a bruise
All darkness and regret the things that sailors lose
The only one of my kind alone on this island
My only contacts the desperate and violent

I still have this
If I can speak someone will listen
If I don’t lose my voice I will find power again

I can cut you out from inside
But I could never regain my pride
It was sunk in a deep dark cavern
Only ancient reptiles can find

I don’t recognize myself in the mirror
But I am not lost I am getting clearer
I ask powers beyond me and all that they say is
You have control Use it Keep it

I still have this
If I can speak someone will listen
If I don’t lose my voice I will find power again