The paper boy now calls me Ulysses,
A mariner, brave of such a kind,
But for those I know, I'm just a 3-year-old boy,
Full of vitality
And a rascal's smile.
The desert wind was my best friend,
It made my kites fly so far and high
The worst enemy I've ever fought,
It makes the calm sea
So scary at night.
Dear father, was not Poseidon's wrath
To take me away, to take us apart.
Silence killed me, silence kills me.
Every day,
Day after day.