Six Billion fishes, swimming in the sea. All of them are Dying, and one of them is me.

Shrimp and shark and clam and whales; My head is full with so many tales.

Great and Wide and Deep and Blue; I'm beginning to think that nothing's true.

The yawning waters so full of brine; If you ever stop moving You'll be left behind.

The waters run fast and the gills work slow. We're choking on seaweed and theres no place to go.

The sun filters through poorly, sometimes not at all; When you're floating to begin with, it's darkness that creates the fall.

Hunting and Chasing and Catching our prey; We all claim to hate it but we're all the same way.

My fins are tattered and my scales are flaking, and if I keep slowing down I'll be there for the taking.

In search of a new home, I swim towards the sky; Where these broken bits of fins will just maybe fly.

Harder and Harder I push towards the light, screaming and racing and hoping for flight.

Up through the Surface and into the Air, arcing to places where fishes dont dare.

Quickly and surely my joy turns to fear: These broken gills don't run on the oxygen here.

Choking and gasping, I'm starting to stall; The Ground rushes Towards me as I begin to fall.

As I'm falling and turning I see quite a sight: Six Billion of My brothers, all imitating my flight.

Quickly and suddenly, I land upon the sand. These broken wings and tattered fins have somehow grown to hands.

From through the air to on the land, my brothers follow onto the sand.

So here we lay.

All cold and dying.

We learned how to fall.

Before we knew we were flying.

Six billion fishes, gasping on the shore.

Once the last one dies

They will never be anymore.