For how can others judge one like me 
Oh how I look up and question thee
My placing in the place I am told to call home 
Spending days thinking how I can roam 
The earth and the sea 
For that quite frankly is me 
The water on my skin pleasant 
Its always a personal present 
Free to roam,free to think,free to speak 
The mentality of others begins to reek 
Always just to swim a mile
Would make me smile  
Whether its the sea or a pool 
It makes me feel like a fool 
To know I can't stay 
But yet I always come back another day