If I stand around 
And watch them drown in a pool of gray
When we dive in
I can surely say there's feud with force
Am I in your way? 
Please knock me down, can I help you in?
When I'm not around
Let us all be found in certain ways
Dear Mr. Queequeg
You have been informed your life's been saved
You are not a black-
Hearted vicious mess so it has been claimed
If this is the beast
Pulling us towards the east with mighty waves
Let us look inside
And pull out all your pride, it's up to us
Holding pasts in ash black earth
Bound by roots
Roots into sand
Grow towards the giver
There's an open wound
Placed upon my heart in anger's rage
If we open up a spirit
A spirit that can bleed
Ahab the leading lad
We can trust his obsession carries them
Meet us at the temple
Healing all the crippled, don't forget the maimed
Lower soul 
Sent with gifts offering
Teeth of hope travel with
Child laid next to mother