Thoughts
Sometimes as I swim the seas
I think about the ruthless ease
With which I took so many lives
And turned them into puppets
I think about that little girl
Who's hopes and dreams were crushed
Because I was to selfish to realize
That she had as much a right to freedom
As I
I muse about the deal I made
To leave that little girl
And the price another paid for that one girl's freedom
And the freedom of her friends
Sometimes as I swim the seas
I think about the ruthless ease
With which I took so many lives
And turned them into puppets