The Downcast murmurs to the sea:
"Are you perhaps, a little like me?
Did you ever forebode
That your waves would be the wrath of god?
Who'd have known, as calm as you're now!
You're an ogress, you destruct and you give birth!
A dud they call me, a piece of catastrophe
But I still have belief.
I will be a firey masterpiece,
Yes, a masterpiece.
Do you hear me, oh sea?"