Boat Day At The Marina

If we were raised as vultures, I'd touch my wings to light up the sky.
My span ablaze, scorch the night.
Can you feel this?
Can you feel?
To the howling wolves...
To these birds of prey...
I can't kill for you.
And I won't die for this.
Resist. Resist what they profess.
Protest. Protest until they confess.